The carving of time

At the request of my lovely friend Zena, living thousands of miles (and km) away, I am posting to my blog and setting the intention to do so much more often.

So a few months ago I began wondering how moms get any time to themselves. We are not planning on sending our kids to school so this is not an issue of just wait until they hop on that school bus for me. I started thinking back to my mom, always bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, dressed and ready for the day when the four of us kids would come charging down the stairs wanting breakfast (which was always ready) before heading out the door at barely past 7am.
"Holy Crap" I thought "she must have gotten up at like 5am every morning for 35 years." At first, I have to be honest, a little bit of dread and resentment welled up in me as I realized what I must do. But I thought that I would give it a try. So initially - complete failure! I would immediately turn off my 5am alarm as soon as I heard it and wake up pissed off at myself for not getting my ass out of bed on time. This went on for a little bit.
Then I had the brilliant idea of tryng 5:15am. So what if I am only playing a trick on myself, 5am really IS too close to the 4am hour. 5:15 apparently is not because Oh that 15 minutes has made all the difference!
So for the past few months I have (mostly) been able to get up early, at least before the kids and make coffee and hop on the computer (ok, it's mainly for facebook.) I get to shower and get dressed without a cute baby ripping my closet to shreds while I scramble to get clothes on. I see Keith for a few minutes before he leaves for work and I ...drumroll please......get some of that elusive "me-time." So I guess sometimes the examples our parents set for us work out pretty well. Thanks Mom, I love you. Hope you had a great birthday!