Before the hubz and I had kids, we were night owls. We were accustomed to going to bed at three or four in the morning and waking up at 11. Needless to say, that’s changed quite a bit since we were joined by our offspring entourage.
Now, we try to be in bed by 11pm and get up around five or six, just to get a couple quiet hours in before the morning mania hits. I never appreciated quiet and stillness until my littles came along. Since then, late nights and early mornings are the only times we can just sit in silence, enjoy an adult conversation or work without children’s programming, 50 encores of the Alphabet song and “He did it first!!!!” echoing from wall to wall.
Embracing the sunrise was something I never thought I’d do, but after adjusting, I love it. I can’t say the days of cursing my alarm clock are over, but after that initial ear-piercing electronic jolt, I know I’ve got some much needed time alone with my husband and my thoughts. Any mom will tell you those moments are priceless and few.
Having the early morning psychs me up for the day, too. I have time to check my emails, chomp some granola, drink a barrel of coffee and get my workout video done before I have to share my brain-space with anything, or anyone, else. I make my plan for the day, find out what the hubz has on tap and then…dare I say it…relax a bit.
Without my morning solace, I’d be zombie mom all day long. Enjoying a little peace in an environment which is generally filled with delicious chaos is worth climbing out of bed a little earlier than I naturally would. Time to myself makes me a better mom. It gets me grounded and ready to take on the day. Then, when the sleepy-eyed munchkins start popping in and I hear, “Good morning, mommy,” I couldn’t agree more.
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