Morning glory

in a way, I love my hurried mornings, and whoever says they're horrid, can go rot !

now its hard to imagine a morning and the getting-ready-for-work without -

struggling to wake up -
after the repeated sly looks at the table clock, and squeezing '5 more minutes'.....until you cannot fool yourself any longer, and get up, already knowing that it's once again late !
(this is where you are going over the sequence of all the activities which need to be done before you are finally done)
(this is also where you wish you weren't staying alone, so atleast another hopeful soul or even a faithful pet would have pulled you from the bed)
(this is also the only time you vouch not to fall to the temptations of the xtra '5 more minutes' the next day)

commotion -
and yes, even if you stay alone, there is enough. I shudder to think what happens in a working family !
(this is where there isn't anyone else to throw your work to, or shout at for crossing you, or hoping of a meal set for grabs)
(this is where you are doing zig-zag in your mind, yes, that' where the commotion is)

juggling multiple activities -
put the iron on, make the bed, in between, go put some music (before thinking multiple times if you can spare the precious seconds with the CD player), hit the bath, and suppress the desire to keep standing in the shower forever, make breakfast (after having struggled with the decision of what to eat - cereal, bananas, toast? Heck.....Just some milk please)......

choosing many dresses and promptly discarding them
in the total time crash scenarios, hunting for the wrinkle free wears
(this is where at times you hope the virtual roomie would mix-match some clothes for you)
(this is also where you wish for the nth time you could wear the easy jeans to office)

last minute mess ups/ goof ups/ worst case : absolute f*** ups -
oops, spilt it on my white shirt/ oh no, a perfume blot, now whatever next can I find in the last 2 minutes
(this is where time stands still, you curse your carelessness, and finally rush back to the cupboard to dig 'whatever' out)
(this is also where you look at your wrist watch like a zillion times over)
(this is also where you realize the 'eternal' time gap between 8:10 and 8:13)
(this is where you wish all other clocks were behind yours)
(this is where you scream - STOP thinking about the time for your own sake, and get that shirt on girl)

finally the lights switched off, a fleeting glance in the corridor mirror just as you rush out, fumble the keys, lock the door, check the lock, and turn around, and walk ahead !

the morning mess has been dealt with. Out walks the same 'calm' me each day. Everything else has been locked behind the door ! It's time to get some sunshine now !

ps - now, for all those who think this indicates an unorganised person............well I'd like to say, take life a bit easy, and get to some tasks on the spur, and sit back later, and amuse yourself with the delightful and ingenious way you get by the morning ! and leave the planning to other serious tasks ;

let each new morning be a new day in the earnest, and not a sequential simulated chain reaction !