bright and early!

When our children were little, they were early risers. That is putting it mildly, actually. Imagine our delight, hearing their little bellows from the crib, or voices at our bedside after an adventurous night of being up with the little dears. And they still wake up early most mornings, relatively speaking... Except Jack, who is growing so fast that he is often happy to sleep as long as he can. I, myself, have a great appreciation for the little luxury of waking up slowly. Naturally, I am regularly obliged to deny myself this small pleasure, which is fine. However, I sometimes get up and become 'functional' for all practical purposes, while remaining rather sleepy. Between 6 and 830 am, all I normally manage to meander through on a typical school morning is prayers, scriptures, and various culinary activities performed in a very random-abstract fashion. That's it. And don't misunderstand me; when I say culinary activities, I am referring to the early morning type- putting breakfast on the table, (which is occasionally oatmeal, but very often something much simpler and quicker :) and putting together bag lunches. And taking copious quantities of pills, a lovely combination of 'vitamins' and pharmaceuticals. Did I tell you about my family's joke?
I had often repeated to them the old addage, 'Let your food be your medicine and your medicine be your food.' Now they use it to laugh at/with me, saying that my real meal is the pile of supplements and medicines, and the extra is my food. Hahahah.
So, I am truly happy that this morning, by 830 when I went out walking, I had already added three things to my usual list of morning accomplishments, namely cleaning up the kitchen, vacuuming, and starting laundry. That was a true, and a rare luxury for me!

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