Seven in the morning the alarm rings. Snoozing it and turning on the other side of the bed I believe is sorted. Seven and ten the alarm rings again and this time I switch it off. Lying on the bed I am usually thinking what I have to do today. Oh yeah, tones of things. Get up, have a sip of tea and getting dressed in the same time. Trying to find my keys as I am putting on my shoes. Checking what time is the next bus online and preparing my bag. 213 bus to Kingston is in two minutes,whispering "shit!" and running to the bus stop. Sometimes I get in and try to catch my breath, other times I get there looking the bus leaving and I get one big breath to try to stay calm. Till the next one comes I would probably been texting on my phone and smiling like a silly person on the phone screen. oh well. Next bus here, getting in and trying to find a comfortable sit (if there is any space), falling asleep on my way to work or university or at trains going to Crystal Palace where children are waiting for me. I am not an early person! The worst thing is waiting for the train which has been delayed or for the bus which did not stop because was full during the winter, every time when happens I am just counting the minutes which I could stay in bed longer being warm. This is why I do not like mornings. But there is something special in the mornings except traffic and cold. That first sun shine which makes me smile and think that life yes is hard but is so beautiful. That's my energy I guess. The energy which I take to continue my day, my week, my life. People say I do too much stuff, and is true I do. I am in the current stage at the moment counting the minutes of free time and this is the reason which I do not get the chance to write in this beautiful blog more often. No, no more complains. :)
