Before we get too far into this, rest assured that I am not a proponent of early rising. I’m just in desperate need of it. See my sweet babies sprinkled throughout this post? Aren’t they precious and adorable? Alright, so they’re fourteen, eight, eight, and six now, but they’ll always be my babies. I love them with all my heart, I’d give my life for them, I stay home with them, I educate them, I take care of their needs, and I can’t imagine my life without them. But I don’t want to see them before 7:00 AM. Our rule is that our kids can wake up whatever time their little bodies awaken, but they’re not to be out of their beds before that appointed time of 7:00 AM. Once they’re up, all the quiet disappears, and Laura becomes Mom.
|Scott, now 14|
So at 6:00 the alarm goes off. Before I hit my thirties, which I’m soon going to be leaving, I would wake up on my own, but I’m sad to say I need the little push now. My husband sleeps through that and sleeps on for two more hours, being wired for nighttime, not early mornings. By 6:10 I’m snuggled into a cozy robe, the fish are fed, and I have a hot cup of coffee in my hand, having set a timer on the coffee maker the night before. I like to have it ready and waiting for me when I walk into the kitchen in the morning. I may like getting up early, but coffee certainly makes it easier. Then I read my Bible, check Facebook, check my email, and write a little something to all of you. It’s peaceful, quiet, and just what the doctor ordered.
|Zach, now 8|
I don’t see this as a time to pamper myself exactly, though I don’t have a problem with that either. At my six month cleaning at the dentist recently I made my standard joke that the visit was the closest thing to the spa that I have. There may be a little something wrong with that, and perhaps I need to take a bit more time to relax and take care of myself and so on, not to the point of indulgence, but at least to the point that the dentist isn’t equated with a spa.
|Daniel, now 8|
|Audra, now 6|