Elliot decided to wake up at 5 o 'clock this morning.
Five O' flippin' clock. Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffet were right, that other five o'clock is way more fun. Five in the morning, not so much.
So since I am completely out of the getting up at the butt crack of dawn mode, my first instinct was to turn on the tube and go into mommy zombie mode (you know,that half awake half asleep, sitting up, appearing to pay attention but not really, mode). But it has been so long since I've been up at that hour so I totally forgot that children's shows don't actually start until 6, so we sat in silence watching Power Yoga on paid programming. Me half asleep, Elliot wide awake clapping and putting up his arms to the psychedelic music.
I've always wanted to start my day with yoga and an early breakfast. After all nothing is better than a good stretch in the morning.
But that day was not today. Today, all I wanted was to be back into bed.
I couldn't help but think as I saw the school buses on their way to their routes this morning that
one day, sooner than I would like, Elliot and Theo will be getting up this early to go off to school and leave me, and then I'll have all the time in the world to sleep or do yoga, or read a book or take a walk or do anything I want, and as appealing as that sounded to me this morning at 5 o'clock, I couldn't help but feel sad, because about a year ago I was up this early nursing and rocking a newborn just as I had done two years prior with our first baby Theo.
Nothing ever stays the same. Life moves too darn quickly. Lord please help me slow down and appreciated every moment.
So as today progresses on I'll moan and groan and chug 40 gallons of coffee to stay functional, but I'll also be reveling in the fact that I have my babies all to myself.
At least,for now.