Getting Up Early

I hate it. I've never been a morning person. My most favourite job was checkout chick, where I didn't start work till one in the afternoon, worked till ten pm then went out drinking. Rinse and repeat.

So it's a bit unfortunate that Zachary has decided in the last few days that he's an early bird. I'm not sure I'm cut out for 5:48 am starts. However, getting up so early has its benefits. For example, by 7:30 this morning, dinner was in the slowcooker, the washing was hung out and load number two was spinning. I was dressed, one third of my children were dressed and all were fed.

But the best bit about being up before almost everyone else? The peace and quiet. Drinking coffee and reading the paper with my butterball babe playing on his rug beside me. Sun streaming in the ranchslider, birds chirping in the neighbouring trees. The feeling of contentment with your life as it is right now.

It almost makes getting out of bed at 5:48 am bearable. Almost.