I do have an ideal start to my day. It is not the way things usually happen. It is even less frequently since becoming a mom. My favorite way to start a morning is to wake up on my own. (No alarm, call to prayer, noise of someone else in the house, or being ‘paged’ through the monitor.)
I then spend a few minutes just reveling in the fact that I woke up unassisted. Realistically I probably have to get up and pee, but then I crawl back between the sheets. Now is the time when I hope to have time unfurled before me. I know exactly what I will do.
I pull the book from where I put it down the night before and dive back into whatever journey I left for sleep. I revel in this added bit of reading time that is not a planned part of my day, but always welcome. Ideally I read until I fall asleep again.
When I wake up from my nap I am happy to crawl out of bed and really get started with me day.
It happened this morning, even though I woke at 5 a.m. I tried to just roll over, but my mind had already started to wander down its path. Instead of being fed-up with my lost sleep I opted to not go downstairs and start working. Instead I grabbed my Kindle and followed Cal further into Peeps. I even got a nap, be it very briefly, in before it was time to get going with the day. What a great start to my week.