Breaking the day

Every morning when I open my eyes, the first thing I do is check my phone. The third thing I do is vow that I will stop starting every damn day this way, because the second thing I do – Reading All The Things – invariably takes hours and leaves me with a headache, an aching bladder and a bad mood.

So henceforth, starting tonight (and continuing tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow) I will leave my phone on my desk, next to my computer, so that I have to get vertical and actually leave the bedroom in order to check it. And that will automatically push it back from the single-digit events of the day – because I’m an old lady, or getting to be, and therefore can walk only so far without attending to bladderly duties even when not under extreme pressure to do so. And if I’m going to schlepp all the way from my side of the bed (the window side) to the bathroom (which is on the Hubbit’s side) I might as well take my contact lenses with me and poke them in, and if I’m at the sink anyway I’ll brush the teeth, swallow the apple cider vinegar and pop the pills. It would be nice to say that at that point it would make logical sense to take two steps sideways into the closet and get dressed, but between sticking a finger in each eye and glugging down ACV and monster pills (all supplements; I’m still off drugs – yay!) and wielding a vigorous vibrating toothbrush I usually need to sit down at that point and think about the coming day.

Which of course is another reason to leave the phone in the Woolf Den rather than next to my bed. The early morning read-while-still-horizontal is achieved without contact lenses – in other words, phone about two inches from one eye while clamping other eye shut with one finger.

The Hubbit has never photographed me in this position, but if he did I’m guessing “alluring” wouldn’t be the first adjective to come to mind.

Ermm … no, I don’t wish to discuss other positions, alluring or otherwise, that the Hubbit may or may not have photographed me in during the course of the past two decades. Now if you’ll let me get back to the point of this post…

… Sitting and thinking about my day usually involves looking at my calendar (on the phone) and to do list/s on Evernote (also on the phone), which exposes me to the immediate peril of new incoming texts, emails and news alerts – not to mention (the horror!) possibly even a phone call. Many a promising start to a day has been derailed in this way.

So anyway … Today I prized open the bleary windows to my soul and fumbled for my phone and there was a text from someone I didn’t know, who had clearly dialed the wrong number before hitting “send”. I responded helpfully. Things went downhill from there.

Morning message

Yea verily, between literacy louts and Trump-infested news held excessively close to my face (the up-close view doesn’t improve him – ask Melania) I need a better wake-me-up than my phone. Looks like I need a new charger, too. Pthah!
So what do you do to get your day off to a chirpy and cheerful start? Does it work?

Author: Belladonna Took

Well into my second half-century and still trying to figure out what to be when I grow up. Born South African, naturalized American, perpetually at risk of losing my balance and landing ass-first in the Atlantic.

18 thoughts on “Breaking the day”

  1. Oh, your text exchange is hilarious. Reminds me of a couple summers ago when I dialed what I thought was my half-sister’s phone number and turns out she didn’t have that number any longer. I had left a message on the voice mail. Well, long story short, the woman who got my message thought I was “the other woman” and no amount of sorry or explanation would satisfy her. I finally had to block that number. People are so funny, aren’t they?

    Mornings are my jam! I’m up before the chickens, usually 4am. Let dogs out and feed them, get the java going, then sit down to listen to an hour long podcast while I color in my adult coloring book in front of my prescription S.A.D. light. Now that it is lighter in the mornings, I do poop pickup every morning before work and try to the throw the Kong to each dog a few times before I hit the shower. This occurs from mid October to the end of April (the light goes into semi-retirement for the summer). Starting May 1st, I head out the door at 6:00am to walk my dog on a 1 mile route. All my energy seems to go into mornings because when I get home from work, I am worthless. This winter, I have been making it a point to make a good breakfast the hubs and I, and put my lunch together as best as I can. No matter what time I rise, I am always jumping in the shower and drying my hair at the very last minute to get the door to be on time for work. It’s a game I play.

    Top of the day to ya! love, susan

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    1. Oh my word, Susan, I wish I had your energy! And I suspect I could if I could break the dang sugar habit… Has that made a big difference to you? I wake up with a headache every morning. It’s a drag!


      1. I’ve always been a morning person. The biggest benefit that “no sugar” has afforded me is the lack of inflammation. I never knew how bad it was until I completely eliminated it from my diet. I’m afraid I have had a hard winter and succumbed to sugar some days and boy, do I pay for it with achiness in my knees and noticeably in my hands. I’ve been drinking about 3 to 4 cups of green tea every day now. When I get a craving for sugar, I get myself a cup of tea and see if it will pass. I suspect it is not a matter of “if” you can break the sugar habit, it’s a matter of when. For me, it is a struggle only when I try to eat just a little bite of something with sugar in it. It flips an “on” switch and then I can’t stop. It is a much easier, softer way to simply cut it out completely … for me. I am so high on the addiction scale that I even watch the fruit I eat (2 servings a day). Grapes and watermelon are very high on the sugar scale so I avoid them mostly. I stick to apples, bananas, frozen blueberries and occasional frozen cherries. I mostly feel my lack of energy is my age now. 60 is so near I can touch it.


  2. When I wake up, I check my phone to see what time it is, but I’m not able to do more than that while I rush to the bathroom. The on the way back, I get distracted by the kitchen duties awaiting me. It’s usually around 5am. I make a pack of sandwiches for my son Tim. who won’t eat before lunchtime and then complains about headaches. Then I go back to bed to pray momentarily, then sleep soundly until long after it should be time to get up!
    Sometimes I hear my phone beep but don’t have the “awakeness” to check it. Sometimes I message or even whatsapp phone Michelle in New Zealand, as it is 3pm there when it is 5am here. Our connection window is limited. Else I have to contact her after 10pm here. With my eldest, Brigitte, in Germany, our time difference is only 1 or 2 hours (depending on daylight saving time) so that I can say hi to my gorgeous grandies!
    This rented cottage on a smallholding in Pendale, 38K’s south of Alberton, Gauteng, is so tranquil! I’m loving the peace and quiet after my railway station life up until January this year!
    I’m happy with my life as it is now, I was happy before, best of all, I’ll be happy in eternity!
    Love and hugs,


    1. I’m sorry the images didn’t show up … I’ll check up on you via Facebook sometime soon and get caught up! Meanwhile … it’s good to hear of your peaceful life, Toni. Rural tranquility is everything it claims to be. So long as you’re not shoveling snow and/or poop, that is.


  3. My 2 in New Zealand, Catherine and Nicole [image: image.png]

    Mercedes, in Germany, turns 6 today [image: image.png]

    And my adorable grandson, Rowan, in Germany [image: image.png]

    On Sat, Apr 13, 2019 at 11:36 PM American Soustannie wrote:

    > Belladonna Took posted: “Every morning when I open my eyes, the first > thing I do is check my phone. The third thing I do is vow that I will stop > starting every damn day this way, because the second thing I do – Reading > All The Things – invariably takes hours and leaves me with a ” >


  4. LOl, that was a good laugh BT, thank you! I reach for my phone first thing too because it’s my alarm clock too. Then of course I start checking up on all the latest news insanity I missed while sleeping and the next thing I know an hour has gone by and I’m running late to work. Again.


    1. I’ve now woken up three consecutive mornings (since writing this post) with my phone NOT immediately to hand, and it’s wonderful. It used to be so automatic – check for notifications, then go “Okay … What’s he done now? Is it immediately life-threatening or will it merely make my gut churn?” I know you approve of the Frito-in-Chief – sorry, my blog, I don’t have to be polite about it. I, however, find my days go much better if he isn’t the first thing I think about.

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      1. You let the Frito live rent free in your head, good first step in showing him the door! I am not at all a fan girl of the man either, don’t know where you got that idea. I do like some of his polices though,


        1. Ok, good – I always thought you were a woman of sense and am pleased to learn that we agree at least partly. Re his policies… Well, I agree that we should switch permanently to daylight saving. Apart from that? Hmm … Nah, nothing comes to mind. But hey, maybe I missed something small!

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  5. Take kids to school and make lunches. Does not generally start the day chirpy. Every so often the teenager will take the earphones and indulge in a form of conversation. Then I go home quite chuffed.


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