Earlier this week, Scarlet first woke us up at 6:30 am. She’s usually a late sleeper. Not only that, she seems to think it’s acceptable to yell, “Dada!” quite loudly the second she wakes up. Gone, hopefully only temporarily, are the days in which she woke up and had a half-hour to hour dialogue with her stuffed monkey, “Mama Mum.” See, that was cute. The yelling, while sounding comical on her end (you can almost hear the sneer/smile in her voice) is not at all cute to us. It’s a dreadful way to wake up. I almost wish for my terrible high school alarm clock that used to ring at 5:20 am so horridly and daily that if I even heard a sound that sounded like that for years after high school, I would shiver and shudder and run away.
I don’t like tough wake up calls.
Especially since waking up with a start isn’t always pleasant lately. I am often getting dragged out of a seriously fascinating/bewildering dream. I don’t like that feeling. I am also often feeling hip pain or guilt at waking up on my back, which I am at the point in pregnancy in which that is not recommended, and I am feeling all around disgust with the early hour and just how cold winter mornings are when you are thrust awake. I like to lazily wake up around 9:00 am, feel the stirrings of the baby in my stomach, and then walk in to find my cute, bright-eyed daughter smiling. Everything else is unacceptable.
So earlier this week, I woke up in a dreadful mood. I think we all did, to be honest, but I could just be projecting. I mean, Scarlet was certainly obnoxious at that early hour. And Cassidy wasn’t but he did have to go out in the cold ice to work.
And I was worried about my Uncle, now in the hospital, with questions unanswered. And I was annoyed at the day. And I thought about how on Scarlet’s second birthday, my Uncle sent her the YouTube of Joni Mitchell’s “Chelsea Morning” and how this day was starting to feel like a Chelsea Morning, not that I know what that is. We all looked outside and noticed at the same time, the beautiful light show the sunrise through the trees was giving us.
It was worth noting, and Googling some lyrics to go with it:
“Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won’t you stay
We’ll put on the day
There’s a sun show every second”
This is what we saw:
It didn’t start out that grandly. It had to build in beauty. I just love to throw my favorite or a favorite photo right out there first, just to grab your attention. The subtle start was still so breathtaking.
..And, the finale.
“Oh, won’t you stay
We’ll put on the day
And we’ll wear it ’till the night comes” — Joni Mitchell