Weapon of Mash-Destruction.

Well it is 6:00 in the morning and I hear Sophie crying in her room. Obviously, you can’t just leave a crying toddler in their room at 6:00 a.m., even though any reasonable adult would try and get another hour of sleep but to a toddler it is a perfectly reasonable hour to get up and start the day. My darling bride rolls over and justifiably asks if I would get up with her.

Of course I will.

The damn allergies have my sinuses totally blocked and my eyes are glued shut as I stumble out of bed. Sophie’s crying has reached that point where you know she has fully awakened but not quite reached the panic level. I only partially trip over the dog as I round the bed and head for the hallway when,

WHAM!!

I walk face first into the closed bedroom door, slamming both my forehead and nose into the solid hardwood. Collapsing back onto the bed with my hands over my now crushed face, I hear that Sophie has stopped crying. This is a totally sensible response when you hear at 6:00 in the morning what sounds like a bull jumping into a brick wall from a full run. This silence lasts about five seconds and is replaced by the sound of “Da-Dee. Da-Dee. Da-Dee.” I don’t know if it is the same for everyone, but for me, it is easier to ignore gut wrenching screams than it is to ignore the sweet appeals from my daughter for her daddy.

At this point Anna is worried that I broke my nose (I hit the door really hard) and is struggling to get out of bed herself. I manage to re-mold my face back together, open the damn door and pick Sophie up from her crib. Anna is now awake, so I drop Sophie off on the couch and head to the bathroom. I successfully unplug the snot from my nostrils only to unleash the blood that had pooled behind this make-shift dam of mucus. Much toilet paper later, I am left with just a large purple bump on my forehead that looks like I am trying to grow a unicorn horn and throbbing headache.

The crazy thing is and the whole point to this blog post, I had a pretty good morning. Really. I think it goes to show that the circumstances that make up the details of our life are not near as important as our mental outlook. I don’t really know why I was in a good mood. Must have just woken up on the right side of the bed, even when I walked on the wrong side of the door.

It has just dawned on me that I a.m. a morning person