Grown Up

Growing up

                I woke up this morning and found quite a surprise. I didn’t wake up because Dad was knocking on all of the bedroom doors, “You’re wasting the day! It’s time to get up!” I didn’t wake up to Becky’s running alarm blasting and waking everyone in the house up except her. I didn’t wake up to Dan’s Metallic music shaking the floors. I didn’t wake up to Greg’s truck alarm being set off by neighbor kids. I didn’t wake up to the smells and sounds of Mom making a pancake breakfast.

                I woke up to the sounds of responsibility. Motherhood called from upstairs, “Mommy! I want you! I’m all done sleeping!”

                Ownership barked from his kennel telling me he didn’t feel well and needed out.

                Marriage whispered from the other side of the bed. “Should we have omelets for breakfast before we start our chores?”

                How did this happen? I still feel like the sleepy kid who wants to sleep until her dad knocks on the door at 10:30, and I still feel like the teenager who shares a Prelude with her brother, but I look like a 31-year-old mother/wife/teacher. I am a grown up.

                Weird.

Today is the last day of the challenge. I thought I'd write something amazing and profound, but I am out of time and grown up life awaits.