I remember wanting soooo badly to turn over in my warm bed and snooze for another hour. Whenever I would start to doze back off, there was this voice inside of my head that kept reminding me that I shouldn’t do that because I had some important things to do. “Okay, get going,” that inner voice kept reminding me, despite my body screaming otherwise.
I got up quietly, got dressed quickly, and walked down the long hallway to where my two girls were peacefully sleeping. We had a ranch style home at the time and the contractor must have had kids of his own. The master bedroom was so perfectly placed on the opposite side of the house from all of our noisy children’s bedrooms. At this time of the morning though, it was usually pretty quiet.
I would quietly walk into my girls’ bedroom, gently nudge my oldest daughter and tell her it was time to get up and to get dressed. Bethanie knew she had to be really quiet because her sister Alison was an extremely light sleeper.
Now, Bethanie wasn’t a teenager yet, so she had no problem getting out of bed and getting dressed quickly. She usually whipped up a breakfast of Cheerios or Pops with a banana and juice. At least that’s sort of a healthy breakfast, right? Lol. In the meantime, I would start the car, scrape the windows, and shovel if it had snowed overnight. The car would almost be warm as we drove to the indoor courts in town, just as the day’s first light was appearing.
There weren’t that many indoor courts in town. In fact, there was only one club in town and it had six courts. As a result, it was really difficult to get court time during the day. In addition to that, my wife and I worked and the kids had school. So, I was really thankful that the club director was kind enough to let me come early in the morning before the club even opened. Of course, I still had to pay for the court time, as well as club fees.