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Peach State says: The Sounds of My Morning!

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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

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Peach State says: Me Focused; You Must Be Kidding!

Remain calm, breathe, breathe again....I love lists!

I asked a dear friend what I should write about this morning and her response was this: “I have so many things going through my mind everyday that I’d never be able to focus on one…must be nice to be able to FOCUS!”  I responded with “Where is the fun in that?…“Me Focused… you must be kidding?” She responded “You seem to be…that should tell you how bad off I am…”  Thank you, my dear friend, for my topic today!

I gain points, with those around me, everyday when it comes to multitasking.  I have an incredible ability to do many things at once, while scheduling others and running around with my head cut off, with grace and focus.  I may function as the Ringmaster in a 3-ring Circus but sometimes feel like the ridiculous group of clowns.  All of the clowns are going in different directions and never seem stop the action they find themselves involved in.  One is trying to get another dressed and another is washing dishes with a hose pipe and sprays everything in its path.  Another is trying to drive a car while others can’t decide if they are getting in or out of the car.  MASS CHAOS!

“Me Focused…you must be kidding?”  I do love ordered chaos and thrive in it…I have spoken about that before.  To be seen as successful and focused means that I may have actually been able to pull the proverbial wool over someone else’s  eyes.  Enough of the flag waving and banner raising.  I only do what I can daily with a unique prospective.  I clean, and do the laundry, plan and prepare dinner, coordinate schedules and transportation requirements, while nurturing the family I love.  “See that is not that much!”  I also find myself in the unpaid assistant role for a friend of mine to keep him focused.  [Those of you reading this that know who I am referring to can stop laughing now!] I am one of the Music Librarians for our music program at church and on the Music Leadership Committee.  I am the Alto alternate for Praise Teams which means I am singing 3 out  four weeks a month with the practices thrown in to the schedule.  Thank goodness I love to make lists.

“Me Focused…you must be kidding?”  I make list everyday and am fortunate to have “The Cloud” which copies a list on one of my devices to the others as well.  I can make a list on my iPhone and it will show up on my iPad.  “I love technology.”  Reminders are set to remind me and the dings and various chimes go off all day long.  Print words…find this song….this is for dinner…thaw the meat….bake the bread…move the laundry…pick up the dry cleaning… All day long!!!  I love being busy…REALLY!  It makes me feel like I am actually a part of something and needed…”Did I say that out loud?”  Yes that is my weakness…I need to be needed and I can be very insecure.  The unsaid appreciation and the quiet moan during dinner are my thanks.  The fact that I know where things are located before someone needs them and receive a verbal thanks is high praise.  This is the way I survive…quietly buzzing like a hive of worker bees…weaving in and out through my mundane, love filled existence.  “I am needed and wanted!”  I am SECURE!!!

“Me Focused…you must be kidding?” So, to my friend,  I say thank you for saying that I am focused.  I appreciate all you do and the time you spend with me during my scheduled filled days.  This gives me a chance to visit and plan at the same time.  “I do love my iPhone.”  Texting and messaging in two different locations while checking my e-mails and planning my day; all while talking with a friend.  “Who would not want to do this?”  I really enjoy my fast, activity filled, frantic, schedule driven, life!!!!  I will take this compliment and smile as I complete another task on the reminder list.  What is next…make another coffee!  “I had to sneak that in!”  See you the next time!

D.L.