when i was a little girl

i remember my mom woke up at 5:30 in the morning. i used to think that she was crazy for getting up so early. i mean, sometimes she left right after she woke me up at the ungodly hour of 6:30. and sometimes she left my father to wake me up a little later. who knows why, but even though i got to sleep in a little when my dad woke me up, i still preferred to be woken up by my mom. that's another story for a different day but the point is i used to think that she was fucking crazy for waking up at 5:30.

these mornings that is not what i think. in fact, when i'm making the bed, putting together his lunch and feeding the dogs (though admittedly i neither fed the dogs or put together his lunch today -- thanks, e) i am thinking, man how the fuck did she do all that in an hour?

this is NOT, however what i think when my alarm goes off at 5:15. right about then i am thinking.. "just five more minutes... "

so this morning when i was walking the 6 dogs to the back of the yard for their last pass at 6:15 i was wondering how i got here to this place where i wake up at an ungodly hour. and the place where i talk to the dogs like this:

"did everyone go poop? jackie did you poop? i can't have you pooping in the house. i saw buster go poop and i saw winnie go poop, but i didn't see you go poop. biggie traded my underwear for some poop this morning while i was taking a shower so i know that she went, but i haven't seen you poop yet..." you get the picture i guess. i can't fathom adding children to the mix.


tomorrow we ride...