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Peach State says: The Sounds of My Morning!

Fortunately my ears woke up this morning. My “Sounds of Nature” had faded giving way to the sounds of light snoring coming from the other side of the bed and from my Precious Princess on her oversized pillow. I peeked over at the large numbers, lighting the side table with a blue glow, and squinted…”Crap!” I had forgot to push the always set alarm…and would have overslept. My body woke up right on time…well 2 minutes late…but who is counting? Thankfully I got up without the numbing and stirring tones of my shuffled song list that usually start “The Sounds of My Morning!”

I traveled the pre-set path to the front door as my body began it’s auto piloted routine. The sound of the front door opening followed by the Beep…Beep…Beep, of the door sensor, brake the silence. My precious princess came down with me this morning and needed to tend to her duties…”Out you go!” I step out onto the front porch and take in the waking morning. There is the sound of large trucks rumbling through the darkness as the birds begin to sing. A Rooster stirred from his sleep and gives his “Cockle doodle do” wake up call. I turned the handle with a squeak, as the frame of the heavy glass door opened, and let my precious princess back inside. I lock the front door and head off to the kitchen…open the treat jar with a gentle snap and wait for the clicking of nails against the wood floor to stop. “Good girl!” “The Sounds of My Morning!”

The refilling of the various machines begins…water flows in and out of my container as I refill the water kettle and espresso maker. The rattling sound of the Oatmeal packets as I set them in a bowl next to the water kettle. The microwave chimes…”Ahh! Coffee!” The refrigerator hums quietly as it cycles on…I turn to fill my youngest’s cereal bowl. The ping-pong sounds of Cap’n Crunch and Crunch-berries against the plastic bowl lessen as the bowl fills. I set it at his place on the table and take another sip of my coffee. The laundry room…I check the washer, with a click of the vacuum sealed door, and notice my 21 year olds blue jeans lying wet in the drum. “He will need these today!” I reach over to the dryer door and click…pressure released and door swings open…my 19 year olds clothes are all dry. I reach in and remove his clothes placing them on the dinning room table, presently known as his closet, in hopes he will take them to his room later. The jeans and a couple of shirts are put into the dryer as the buttons clank against the drum. I set the desired temperature with chimes and clicks as the tumbling and clicking begins.The house is filling with“The Sounds of My Morning”!

Checking the time…”I have plenty of time!” I go over to the recliner and sit with my coffee…the tags on my precious princess’ collar tinkle and clank as she shuffles over the wood floor behind me. She stretches and yawns…up in the other chair she jumps. She will be snoring soon! I follow my routine and read through various places…My Bible app, Facebook, Swagbucks, Blog stats….and play one card game! Releasing the latch from the difficult recliner…I am back in the kitchen for the swirling and swishing sound of the espresso maker. The boiling water in the kettle begins only to fade as I click the switch off. The stirring of the spoon against the bowl, grainy at first, as I mix the two packets of oatmeal. Up the squeaky stairs to the office door…a gently series of beeps as I punch in the code for the lock…and in I go. “Little hands loved seeking and finding things that did not belong to him in my husband’s office…thus the lock!” I retrace my steps back down the hall and turn on the light for my youngest. He greets the day with a crinkled face and moans as he rolls over. I move quietly to the door at the end of the hall as the threshold creaks…flip n the light in the bathroom and gently tell my husband “Your breakfast is in the office!” I head back down the squeaky steps to enjoy my latte’ and listen to the series of knocks and creaks as the two begin to move around upstairs. “Good…they are up!” I think to myself as I hear “The Sounds of My Morning!”

Here is the point where the noises increase in full combat mode. I do not understand how so much noise can come from one little boy…”The fact is…I had 3 small children, close in age, eating and getting ready for the day, at the same time, all quieter than this one little boy!” The cascading stomps down the stairs hide the squeak as he moves into the kitchen. The milk is poured over his cereal in a rush…”Sorry!…overflow!” The crunches and slurping mix with conversations and unique tones and pitches, unknown to man, as he eats his breakfast. He finishes and throws his bowl in the sink. He begins his lunch preparation and fills the kitchen with sounds of shaking potato chip bags and digging in the large, almost empty, cookie container. The lid to the peanut butter jar is flopped onto the counter so that it spins like a top. He comments about that sound and does it again. Off to the refrigerator for the jam. Mumbling comments as he removes the lid from the jam. Clink…onto the counter! Laughter as the lid performs it’s “top maneuver”. The quick snap from the plastic bags, as he closes them, lets me know he is done. He is off again with the stomping up the stairs to brush his teeth and then the return stomping down the stairs. The multitude of zips and clips as he readies his book bag and the continuous pleading for candy to take to school fill the remaining minutes till he walks out the door. “Like I am going to send a child to school with candy after all the noise and flurry of activity I have experienced!” He moans and groans, questioning my parenting nature…but the No’s have it! He heads out the door. “The Sounds of My Morning” are reflecting the peaceful calm now that the “tropical storm” is waiting for his bus!

My husband is almost done as his shoes sound across the tile on the bathroom floor. Off to the kitchen to fill his commuter mug. The glass against the metal on the base clink as I pull the coffee pot out and replace it on the base. Beep…Beep…Beep! I open the door going into the garage and open the car door. Back into the house I go! The closing of the office door and mechanical locking let me know my husband is coming down. The creaks and squeaks of the stairs and our normal series of hugs and goodbyes. The garage door rises as the metal panels move and shake like a large roller-coaster slowly clicking it’s way up the first hill. The car is started and the seat belt alert chimes…he leaves! I return to my coffee!. A few moments of solitary silence…

It won’t be long and the other two, still snoring upstairs, will start their day. My 19 year old has an interview this morning at a very large exercise chain facility. “Keep him in your prayers or keep you fingers crossed!” The 21 year old works late today at his Jewelry Store job. It will be almost noon by that time and the morning, which was packed with sounds, will give way to a slower pace of normal activity. I will settle back in my chair, with my cup of non-package oatmeal, next to my snoring princess and finish my latte’! I have a list of things to do today…I will be walking plenty today and lifting heavier than normal objects. “OOO…exercise!” I will not hear these sounds again…not until tomorrow…then once again I will hear “The Sounds of My Morning!”

Think about it…what sounds are you hearing everyday? I bet they are the same as mine! Have a great day!

Just in the time I took to proof and eat my breakfast my 19 year old left for his interview. This was his third interview and he just called…He got the job! PARTY! Whoop…Whoop…Whoop! Sorry…he has been looking for a job for quite a while!

Peach State


Peach State says: That Bright Orange Glow!

Everything was fine,
Everything was still.
Not concerned with time,
Till I awoke against my will.

The blaring song,
The morning bestowed.
For sleep I longed,
Not “That Bright Orange Glow!”

So rise I must,
Taking on the day.
To clean and dust,
My schedule dictates.

Consistent in actions,
Scheduled items in tow.
No time for distractions,
Embracing “That Bright Orange Glow!”

Peach State


Peach State says: Back to Normal!

The buzzers and bells were silenced before they could go off this morning. I had been watching the clock for far to long as I calculated, sleepily, the time remaining before the alarm would go off. “I really despise waking up to clock watching instead of the normal…melodic jolt.” Who knows…since this is a Monday…maybe my internal clock was just getting Back to Normal!

We all experience the whack of reality after a vacation. We struggle against it…”It doesn’t do any good!” The robot-like functions of getting up and drinking coffee are a constant, reassuring action, allowing our mind to catch up with our body. “What is on our list for today?” Our mind searches as our fingers type away through the reminders and calendars of our modern conveniences. “More Coffee!” The typical morning shuffle of breakfast and conversation leading to the packing of the lunchbox. I apologize for not putting the drink packet in the freezer this morning…as my youngest cleans up behind his sandwich preparation…”No problem!” he says! This morning is peaceful and quite out of the norm…”I relish this behavior becoming part of a normal morning routine!”

The treats are packed into my youngest lunch as he smiled broadly at the choices today. “Do you want a little bag of Skittles or the ears from your chocolate bunny?” He chose the ears from the bunny. He usually gets gummies for his snack at school…but who wants all this candy laying on the kitchen table…best send it to school…”I hope I don’t have to apologize to the teachers!” He then said…”Some kids said we can’t have candy for snack…” I just chuckled as he tried to decide how he would tell me this juicy tidbit of information. He was probably afraid that I was going to tell him he could not take the candy to school. “No problem…take your animal crackers out of your lunch and eat those for snack…have the chocolate bunny ears for lunch…okay?” He grinned even bigger than before and said “Thank you for thinking of that!”. Problem solving done…out the door to the bus stop…the day is Back to Normal!

Another couple of gulps of my morning companion…my latte’…and I am off to fill my hubby’s
commuter cup for his trip to work. “Efficiency is the name of the game this morning!” My precious princess (12 year old English Cocker Spaniel) decided that she would return to the comforts of her bed after her morning routine today. “I guess she is not ready to get Back to Normal!” She will come downstairs when my hubby leaves for work…and up into my chair for another nap. “She does have such a hard life…” She guards the house and keeps the garbage trucks at bay…walkers are told to keep to the sidewalk as they move quickly past the house…she must hold down the stairs and keep the furniture fluffed and warmed…and the cleaning of the floors…”Well who likes to keep the floors clean?”

Expectations, laid out in reminders and calendars, give us directions as we head out the door. We will strive to complete the lists and make it through the day without any carry over. “How nice would that be?” The daily hustle may be stalled due to the hurry up and wait mentality of the traffic flow. The flashing of turn signals and brake lights are torturous when you are trying to sip on your coffee… The traffic is heavier today…then you are reminded…everyone is back from vacation…everything is Back to Normal!

I am thrilled that I no longer have to be concerned with morning commutes! There is a science involved in the flow of traffic! The bad news is that this is a week filled with major, life changing events for one of my sons. These decisions have been added to my proverbial “plate” that is very soggy and overflowing! Some of the items on the plate are minor time consuming activities…putting clothes away and cleaning out the refrigerator. This plate however…belongs to a “Mom” and moms normally have full plates thanks to the members of our family. We know the schedules of everyone in the family and coordinate the daily activities and appointments accordingly. There is a section on our plate for every member and “Mom’s” sections becomes over-run….”I don’t think I would have any other way!” I just have to remember to reach for another plate to reinforce the one in my hand…and continue! After all…everything is just getting Back to Normal!

There is a comfort to be found in this concept of “Normal”! We find ourselves “creatures of habit” in life’s daily routines. But…we grow and change…everyday! This so-called “normal” evolves as we mature. A thread of creative and entertaining thoughts weaves itself into our lives allowing for humorous banter and dreaming. “My husband and I find this part of our relationship exciting as we head into the Pre- empty nest stage of our life!”
Until that day…when the boys are all gone…we will continue on…everything revolving in a daily routine…everything is Back to Normal!

Do you see the normal in your life? Do you try and change it or just go about your day in a glazed over state? What would you change or add to your routine? Let me know…Until then, remember it is Monday and it is time to get Back to Normal! Have a great day!

Peach State
Don’t forget the Chocolate Bunnies: