Most mornings I wake up to the sounds of Christian talking happily to himself through the baby monitor next to my bed. It would be extremely cute if it weren't for the fact that this is usually at 6am. I roll slowly out of bed and head downstairs to Christian’s room. After a short snuggle in bed with him we go out to the living room, I get him a cup of milk and some crackers and turn on some cartoons. After he is all settled in I finally get myself a cup of coffee and sit down next to him for a few minutes. Tes is a late sleeper and, if I let her, will sleep until 8:00 or even 9:00. Usually, however, we have things to do and I will try to get her up around 7:00 or 7:30.
None of this may seem as painful to you as it is to me but I used to treasure sleep. I loved sleeping in, I was good at it. Nick would bring me my coffee in bed and I didn’t get up until I’d had a full cup. All that changed the moment I became pregnant with Tes. Sleep was a thing of the past. I used to sleep through anything and everything. I will wake up now if one of the kids breathes to loudly. It’s amazing how that luxury I took for granted has just disappeared.
This morning a miracle occurred. Nick got up for work, took a shower, kissed me goodbye and was out the door. I stretched, rolled over a few times, thought about going back to sleep, but got up instead. I looked at the clock, it was almost 8am! I couldn’t believe it. For those of you without children, this is called sleeping in. Late. I went downstairs, poured myself a cup of coffee and meandered over to the couch. I put my feet up and just sat there sipping happily.
When I had almost finished my mugful I heard Christian start to stir. By the time I got to him I was awake, really awake. I usually stumble into his room and half fall onto his bed. Tessie woke up a few minutes later and all three of us were rested and happy. I want to thank my children for giving me the beautiful moment of mommy solitude this morning. So about tomorrow...
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