Reclaiming my Sunday

Sunday use to be my favorite day.  It meant that I got to sleep in and when I did wake up there would be the Sunday paper and coffee there waiting.  I use to wake up to the clickity-click-click of the computer keys next to me.  Now, I wake up to the alarm clock screaming at me to wake up or I would be up all night fighting sleep. Pay now or pay later…and coming
from someone that fought insomnia, I would much rather pay with lack of sleep on the morning side than on the night side.

Saturday night before I went to bed I set my coffee timer to go off at 6:15 to brew.   I set the alarm to ‘soft’.  I checked in on all the kids to make sure they were in bed, because if I had to get up at 6, they could at least get up at 8.
When the alarm clock went off this morning I began my debating with it…”Okay, I hear you.” I got up and did the wide eye blink and WHOA too much light squint.   I started to get back into bed to see if the new alarm clock would stand a chance in my house when I smelled the fresh brewed coffee in the kitchen.
Ahhh…niiiiiiiiiicccceee!  I turned myself around and made my way down the hall to the kitchen. The morning sun was starting to make it’s way through the windows.  The kitchen was so quiet and I could see the calmness in my home for a few minutes before he kids started getting up.I made myself a big tankard of coffee and made my way back to the bedroom.Tonight, in anticipation of a suckass Monday morning I did the same thing I did the night before.  I also put the left overs from the kick ass dinner I made into tupperware for my lunch tomorrow.
The girls are in the living room playing cards and I’m at the freshly polished desk in the kitchen.

Life isn’t the same…it’s soooooo much better.