Most mornings, I drink my coffee at home.
Most nights, I get enough sleep.
Most mornings, I feel ready to conquer the day after drinking an iced coffee with macadamia milk and six Splendas*.
Most nights, my children sleep through the night.
This morning, at 12:30 a.m., as I finished The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah (A FABULOUS, CAPTIVATING BOOK!), a little voice called from down the hall, “Will someone come read to me?”
This morning, at 12:31 a.m., I walked down the hall, pillow-in-hand, and said, “I won’t read to you, but I’ll snuggle with you to help you go back to bed.”
This morning, at 4:45 a.m. my sweet son woke me out of a deep slumber and told me he had to go to the bathroom.
This morning, at 4:50 a.m., I said, “You don’t need to be up for at least two more hours. Go back to bed.”
This morning, at 5:45 a.m., I could tell Ari wasn’t going back to bed. I told him, “I’m going to try to go back to bed until seven when Daddy leaves for work.”
This morning, at 5:50 a.m., Isabelle noticed Ari was up when she was on her way to the bathroom. I made her promise to go in only if she would play quietly with him.
This morning, at 5:55 a.m., I settled back into bed, put on a Headspace Sleepcast, and attempted to go back to sleep.
This morning, at 7:00 a.m., I rose and made the bed. I found Isabelle, requested that she get dressed, and asked Ari to do the same. I needed “a serious coffee.” Even though I probably could’ve functioned on my regular iced coffee, I wanted to do more than just function.
This morning, at 7:45 a.m., the three of us were driving towards the local Starbucks where a Venti White Mocha, with an extra shot of espresso, was created with a mobile order. I sipped it on the way home with more than enough left to enjoy alongside my breakfast.
*= Don’t judge on the Splenda front. I detest coffee and only drink it out of necessity.
**= If there’s a silver lining to having Isabelle do remote instruction from home, it’s that we don’t have anywhere to be in the mornings. She does her morning work somewhere in the house and then heads up to her bedroom, closes the door, and starts her school day at 9:00 a.m. Plus, my work day doesn’t begin until 11:30 a.m. on Tuesdays so there was plenty of time to move slowly this morning.