I cannot stand waking up to the sound of an alarm clock. I especially detest the beeping kind, but I don't like the music ones either. I don't like to be woken up by someone whispering sweetly, "Vic, it's time to get up", I especially hated when my father would yell up the stairs in a military bellow.. "VIIIICCCKKKI wake up, VIIIIIICCCCKKKKI wake up!!!", I detested that. I told him over and over I could wake myself up, but he didn't want me to be late for work. After many years of waking up cranky, because of alarms (human and machine), I just decided one day to tell myself before bed what time I needed to wake by in the morning, and now I just get up at that time. Weird maybe, but effective. I wake up happy, and on time. It is great not waking up over and over to stare at the clock, to see how much more time I have to sleep. I get much more rest that way. There you are, I am my own, human alarm clock.
I enter this new week a little tired, but smiling. Why? No drama this weekend. We had sunshine, and sports, and cuddle time--- less the drama. Most families don't experience the intense level of emotions that the Rhodes clan does. Sure, they have the hectic life of families, perhaps some fighting, the normal mess--- perhaps a little teen hormone induced drama....but we have drama of a different kind in our house. The kind of drama caused by a brain that is shooting off crazy chemicals induced by years of trauma. When our son Victor is home, the whole world is a great big land mine. Saying the wrong thing, calling him out on behavior, or even suggesting that he not eat a 4th serving of ice cream can cause the the peace to recede, and for chaos to ensue. He is now in a boarding school for kids with emotional issues. As sad as it is that our family isn't all together--- I must admit that the peace in our household is a welcome blessing. We are learning more and more
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