There has been a few days in the last couple of weeks where Stewart has left for work at the ungodly hour of 5:30am. Usually I just mutter under my breath and roll over in bed hoping to catch some much needed zzzzzz’s before The Dictator makes his morning appearance but, the last few times I have decided to get out of bed after Stewart leaves and spend some quiet time alone.
For sure 5:30am (6:30 some mornings) is a ridiculous time to get up, especially at 8 months pregnant and perpetually pooped out. Even sillier since I can usually count on sleeping until 7:30am. BUT! I have found that starting my day an hour (or 2 hours like today) before my son is up makes me feel so much better. Today I started my day at 6:30am when The Dictator asked for a glass of milk before returning to bed. Normally I would crawl back into bed trying to fall asleep and then be irritated when I just dozed off and The Dictator decided to wake up for good. Today in that two hour period I finished a project I have been working on for the lab, read some bad chick lit (same book I peed the bed for last post) AND took a shower before The Dictator got up at 8:25am. Granted, 8:25 in the morning is a really late wake up time for him, but I will take it!
There is nothing better then being ready to take on the day before your kid decides to get up. I think once The Deuce is born and sleeping regularly (please don’t let it take 18 months like it did The Dictator) I may start making it a habit to get up before my kids for that much needed alone time each day. Because honestly? When else am I going to get time to myself with two kids running around?
Also, it is so nice to have a happy little man wake up saying “Dictator good sleeps, GOOD SLEEPS! It’s SUNNY outside!!!” (as opposed to dark like it usually is when he gets up).