Actually, Azar’s usual post-breakfast cuddle is something that tends to keep me IN bed awhile longer – can you blame me? But while reading twitter in bed this morning (just after taking this photo) someone asked this question and it got me thinking. A very long time ago when I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life I only knew that I wanted my work to be exactly what I’d want to do when I got out of bed in the morning. And finally it is! So that’s something of an accomplishment, and it only took about thirty years and then happened almost by accident.
So other than wanting to get to work… the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sun shining through my white gauzy curtains, the sound of the street “waking up” and blackbirds singing – and more often than not the complaining of three hungry cats – are all things that get me up.
So how about you? What gets you out of bed in the morning? And don’t say “to pee”.
casa azahar 
That’s kind of hard to day – it isn’t work, my job is OK and I can do it (my boss agrees, fortunately), but not wonderfully inspiring.
It isn’t family – they can manage whether I get up or not.
Perhaps it starts out as duty – which then develops into an active enjoyment – don’t want to give the impression that I’m morose or depressed, I’m not – just haven’t considered what my motivation might be before.
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Interesting that you haven’t thought of this before. Though I’m sure your family would notice if you didn’t get up at all…
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Well – especially number 2 daughter would notice since she wouldn’t get a lift halfway to school – which is part of the duty thing. Besides – getting up – it’s just what you do. Certainly the cat is pleased to see me in the mornings! But she has an ulterior morive.
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I know I’m not supposed to say to pee, so I won’t. But does letting the dog pee count?
He stands on his back legs and puts his front legs on the bed, then kind of flops sideways so he’s lying with his head against my stomach, and his tail smacks against the bed as it wags. It always feels like he’s saying “Gosh, it’s been such a long night, I missed you”. It gets me going with a smile.
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Probably Fergie, chirrupping musically about his empty dish. Occasionally he ups the ante by batting the window blind.
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There are days when I just wish I never had to get up ever again. Or wake up.
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Wow, I’ve never felt like that, not even on the blackest of chemo days. I always want to wake up, though I admit that some days it’s hard to actually get up.
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Sorry… feeling way better today. It was a baaaad night.
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Nothing to apologise for! But very happy to hear that you’re feeling better.
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