Walking the dog

It is 5:50 AM and I am lying in bed considering the value of another 10 minutes of sleep. It is still dark out and D is downstairs doing chores. I immediately start thinking that mornings suck and I turn over to grab another 10 minutes. I know I won't sleep but the alternative is getting up and facing the day. I hear D coming up the stairs and she opens the door to the bedroom. "Do you want to take the dog for a walk with me?" she asks. I really don't want to take the dog for a walk. I know that I won't have much to say to her and the bed is warm and comfortable. I love my wife deeply and my non communicative nature has less to do with her and more with my self-obsessed nature. "Yes" I reply and swing my legs over to the floor. "Just work through your routine and try not to think to much" I say to myself. Why do I dread mornings so much? Do most people wake up with a smile on their face ready and willing to take on the day? I think I did at one time. So we go for a walk and of course she brings up finances. I try to explain to her that we have to leave money in the tax account or we won't be able to pay our taxes. She tries to explain that we have bills to pay now. We just need more money. I worked till 7:30 last night and I am at work at 7:30 this morning.

This morning B asked if one of us would be home to take him for a haircut tonight as we have drill Thursday. He also asked to have the cross country team over Thursday night for carb night. I told him I would be home in both cases. D is spending more time at the club which is a good thing. This means that I will have to find another way to get some more hours in.