The Best Time of the Day

It's Monday, and it's just about 7:30am.  I'm currently enjoying "the best time of the day."  That's sort of a lie, because I have plenty of great times from morning until night.  But this is a really good time for me during the summer.  My husband leaves for work around 6:30.  My son is still asleep and has been sleeping later - till 8 most mornings.  This gives me 90 minutes of "me" time.

Now, that might sound a bit selfish.  I love my husband and son very much, and look forward to the moments I get to be with them.  But during this early time, the house is still dark and quiet, and I get a moment to myself to goof off, collect my thoughts, and get my act together for the day.  And honestly, they dictate this time.  It doesn't start until my husband leaves for work, and it ends when my son wakes up - which could be the same time, or it could be an hour later.  Whatever the case, I'm not taking away any of my other time during the day from them.  It's like a little gift they give me that they don't even know about.  (And I thank them for it!)

I play my silly Facebook games.  I review my emails and respond (I can concentrate when I don't have "hey Mom, hey Mom, hey Mom..." repeating at me every couple of minutes!) :)  This morning I paid the cable bill.

Exciting stuff.  But this time is great because it is so quiet, and it puts me in the mindframe for having a good day.  I know that just around the corner I've got a pile of dirty dishes to wash.  And downstairs there's laundry to do.  And I need to get things ready for the garage sale this weekend, which will be a major feat.

But now, in the early morning, I can relax.  When I was younger, the best time of the day was somewhere around 10am or 11am, and maybe sometimes 2pm.  (And in college, it was probably after my last class ended!)  But now that I don't get a chance to sleep in any more, my quality time has shifted.  And it's nice.