We’ve been up early a lot lately. Usually by 6:30–which may not be early for some, but it is too early for me. Lya loves to read first thing in the morning, so it usually buys me a bit more in-bed time, drifting in and out of sleep while she runs back and forth between her books at the bed. Inevitably, we end up reading a book or two before I’m up. In the dark. With my eyes closed. Reciting whatever it is I can remember at that point. Very monotone. But, its our routine, and she seems to love the pattern. I just wish it would start an hour later.
One piece of our morning routine that I hope never changes is breakfast. I can almost guarantee that every morning I’ll have a fairly quiet 30 minutes or so of coffee and email while Lya sits next to me eating her breakfast. It is a pace I can handle and one I look forward to each morning. We both seem to appreciate the leisurely start to our day.
Today Jess and I are trading hours. She’s watched Lya a few times when I’ve had appointments and vice versa. This is our first day of saying, you take a morning, I’ll take an afternoon. The kiddos LOVE playing together and so it will make their day more exciting. I have a morning to myself. It is supposed to be to get some work done. (Which is why I suggested this in the first place.) However, for the last 24 hours I have had a running to-do list that keeps nagging at this chunk of time. Maybe I should clean the house. A clean house would feel so nice. Maybe I should take care of some paperwork. Oh, it would be nice to be done with that. Maybe I should take a long leisurely shower and then go outside and take pictures. Then come back in and work on a new blog banner. Because that is obviously pressing. So many options. Except, not exactly. What I really need to do is just drop her off (get her settled) and then come home and get to work. Maybe make a phone call here, change out a load of laundry there, grab another coffee and get back to work. Knowing me, I’ll hit my groove about 15 minutes before it is time to go pick her up.