5:30 in the morning, and the bread dough is rising nicely…
I’m finding nearly impossible these days to sleep past 4:30. It has nothing to do with my back – it’s been this way since mid-November. I’ll be sleeping quite soundly, then – BING! 4am, eyes wide open. Sometimes it’s a little later, but by 4;30, it’s obvious that I’m not going back to sleep.
So I get up.
And do things.
It took a while to make peace with this, and turn it into something good. For several weeks, it was Just Frustrating. Not sure where the turning point came, but once it did Life became smoother. More efficient.
Efficient. From now on, that’s going to substitute for ‘organized’ in my thinking. A desk top or a cabinet’s contents can be organized, but organizing me requires too much advance planning, and leaves little room for the inevitable randomness of Life with a Three-Year-Old.
Who, most days, sleeps until around 7.
Which gives me several quiet hours to consider our Day Ahead. The Have to Do things, the Want to Do things. Good weather for outside play, or find a project to do indoors? Does the cookie jar need filling? There’s even time to consider the age-old “What’s for Dinner?” question, long before it’s asked…
That’s her “Smile for Me!” face, by the way…
There’s time to change the sheets on the bed. Start a load of laundry. Plenty of time for my cranky old oven to preheat, for the bread dough that proofed in the fridge all night to rise and be ready to bake shortly after sunrise.
Time to enjoy my coffee s l o w l y ….
Time to stand on the porch and absorb the dark silence that only exists in those wee small hours…no birds…no traffic…no light…and to try to store that peacefulness inside, and call on it later when it might be needed…
The down-side, of course, is that by 8 pm, I’m fading fast…the minute Angel is in bed and the coffee pot readied for morning, I’m pretty much done. 9 pm – lights out.
I can live with that…as long as there’s time to play.