It’s getting increasingly difficult to get up in the mornings.
I usually spend a lot of the night awake, so I’m tired. But when my boyfriend’s alarm goes I know that it’s nearly time to get up and go to work, and it immediately sets my heart pacing.
I lie there while he gets ready willing time to stop but knowing it is useless.
I wait until it’s 5 minutes before I HAVE to get up and then I sit up. I plant my feet on the floor, put my head in my hands and mutter “I can’t keep doing this”. I ask for help from anyone who may be listening. I feel a pang of pain as I remember all the other mornings I have sat like this and asked for help and nothing has changed. And then I get up.
Every morning that routine gets more and more difficult.
The one and only thing that got me up this morning was knowing my boy Baxter was waiting downstairs. We spend a full hour together every morning before I go to work and I won’t let him down. Knowing he is downstairs, warm and sleepy and ready to snuggle up with me and give me kisses, is worth getting up for.
He’s normally asleep under a blanket on the sofa when I walk into the lounge, and doesn’t always realise I’ve come in until I lift up a corner of the blanket. It takes about 5 minutes for him to get up, he doesn’t like getting out of bed who does!
After he’s done his business and had his breakfast he sits on my lap and kisses my hands until its time for me to go. As soon as I reach for the TV remote he knows its time for me to go and he hops off my lap and snuggles down on the sofa. It’s almost like he’s trying to make it easier for me to go by being good and quiet, if he cried or looked sad I’d find it even harder to leave.
Without him I don’t think I’d be able to get up and carry on the way I do. I’m so grateful to him, and so lucky!