Over Tired and Under Caffeinated

I woke up just before the buzzer sounded. It was a quick 6 minutes before it rang through my ears. I slammed my fingers on the snooze button clumsily and quickly decided I didn't want to keep hearing that annoying sound every 10 minutes, so I turned it off.

My body felt weighed down by some invisible force, and it took as much effort to sit up in my bed as it does to coerce an out-of-shape body to lift heavy weights. But I did it.

Sofia's been sleeping later and later every night making it harder every morning to get up and get ready for school. We have to change that.

Already 20 minutes late I got dressed so fast as to inspire my own superhero name and woke Sofia up by the only means possible. I told my groggy-eyed 3-year-old "I'll give you choco pie" (the latest sugar craze in our house!). No sooner had I said that did she open both her eyes and say with a half asleep smile, "OK!"

I sat her on the couch to watch a little cartoon while she joyfully chomped down on her sinfully yummy breakfast treat. I picked out a cute orange plaid skirt with a white shirt and stockings that I bought her over the weekend, but as G and I are noticing more and more, our little chunky monkey has a very fine taste in her clothing and what she likes to wear. So obviously the orange skirt was out. In its place was a longer, princess-flowing blue and white skirt (said skirt also newly purchased). Having neither time nor patience to persuade her that the orange one was just as pretty, I grabbed the blue skirt and put it on her. With almost ninja-like quick movements I succeeded in dressing her from head to toe and whip her shaggy mop of hair into two neat low-hanging pigtails.

With backpack strapped on, she kissed her still sleeping papa and struted over to me with such painfully slow strides that I almost fainted with impatience (patience obviously is not my strongest personal quality).

We rush to the busy Airport Road so packed with morning traffic, and we must've been blessed by Lord Shiva this morning because we found a rickshaw almost instantly that was willing to take us to Koramangala.

The dark clouds hovered with a thick chill making the auto rickshaw ride nippier and more uncomfortable than usual. Glancing down at Sofia's stockings and warm sweatshirt, I was thankful to have dressed her well this morning, unlike myself who was wearing a thin, long-sleeve Indian shirt with jeans and flip flops. I forgot to bring my usual sweatshirt, which would've actually been used today. Damn. Well, there's a lesson to be learned I suppose. Go to sleep earlier!

Anywho, after giving Sofia a goodbye hug and kiss at the front gate of her school before being led to her class, I dragged myself across two lanes of crazy Bangalore traffic, risking life and limb, walking another two blocks away to fill up on a large cup of caffeine and plop myself down on Barista's thankfully unoccupied brown leather bed.... I mean couch :-)