The Best Part of Waking Up

If I were coffee drinker I would sit down comfortably at my kitchen table with my cup of coffee close at hand and soak up this amazing view out of my back windows.

And then, since it's such a picturesque moment, they would probably want to put it in a Folgers Coffee commercial or perhaps a Maxwell's house advertisement.

I would slowly sniff the fresh aroma of the fresh ground coffee with my hair pulled up in a messy, yet fashionable bun and I would have just the right amount of mascara on to pull of the casual morning look.

I would then let out a soft sigh while wrapped up in a warm cozy blanket and carefully sip from my favorite coffee mug- savoring that perfect moment.

Then I would turn to the camera and spontaneously burst out in song. I'm not sure what song, probably something from the Sound of Music or a lively verse of Hallelujah.

The thing is, I'm not a coffee drinker-
I'm a cereal eater.
And the hair is not fashionably pulled up-
it's more like a matted mess.
I do have just the right amount of mascara on-
except for the majority of it is smeared around my eyes.
And there is no such thing as a casual morning look around here.
No. Such. Thing.

But one thing is consistent.

I do wake up every morning to the beautiful view of the sun slowly peaking over the mountain while its rays come flooding down the mountain side. It's a view I find comforting & consistent on my mornings that usual abound with chaos & mayhem until the kids are safely out the door and on their way to school.

Then I'll sit down with my favorite cereal bowl, the Quaker Oatmeal Squares, the skim milk, a handful of Craisins, and I have myself a big bowl of Cereal.

After I've scooped up every last bite and sipped the bowl empty, I turn to the camera and spontaneously burst out in song....

That is, if it were a Quaker Oatmeal Squares commercial.
Totally could happen.