Riley, my dear, sweet little boy, has one tiny little flaw.
He likes to wake up at 5 am.
And 9 times out of 10, I’ll nurse him and he’ll conk out again, leaving me awake at an ungodly hour. I’ve been struggling with this early-to-rise schedule of his for a while, and I’ve decided as of today that it’s stupid of me to not be taking advantage of getting up e-a-r-l-y and getting some tasks out of the way.
So this am, after he fell back to sleep around 5:40, I:
Started a load of laundry.
Did my devotions.
Swept the kitchen floor.
Organized supplies for a few sewing projects.
Whew. All before 7:30 am. It was nice to start the day feeling productive. I’m realizing that if I can get things like that done and over with before my kiddos awake for the day, it means I can be more free to just enjoy them during the day and not feel like I have things hanging over my head that “have” to get done.
I like that.