Sleeping in seems to be a lost art for me. My internal clock triggered me awake at my normal school-time this morning. Our oldest has his first baseball game today, so he was readying for the game. Even though W is able to dress himself, I was up making breakfast, double checking that he had everything he needed for the day. W had prepared last night, equipment packed and uniform laid out. I guess my motherly instinct nudges me to care.
Now I have some quiet time as the others sleep. I inhale a long breath, savoring the peace. These few quiet moments spread a calm before the active day. I’ll read, reflect, plan, and then begin. Today is going to be a smiling day.
I love Saturday too. Baseball, already?
I remember when sleeping was sleeping. Now sleeping is a challenge. Too much of life’s activities gets in the way of sleeping. Sounds like that’s the same for you,