Christmas Lobster

I know as a mother of two small children, I should be one of those that complains about the time change and how my children don’t respect the hour of extra sleep that it affords. I know.

But I can’t, because my body doesn’t respect that extra hour either. Instead, I’m rejoicing because I! Can! Have! Time! In the mornings. And I know it won’t last, so for now I’m taking advantage of it.

Every morning is usually a fight: I wake up a little late, the kids want to wake up even later, and when they finally get out of bed we have 20 minutes to argue about getting clothes on and then get breakfast. And if they don’t have time to eat breakfast and have to eat it at daycare, the world might come to an end.

So this morning I woke up before my alarm (yes, I fell asleep at 8:30, but I’m okay with that). I made coffee, and sat for a few minutes with my coffee and my computer before the first woke up. I had time to get him breakfast, the second one got up and got dressed with very minimal fuss, had time for a waffle (and half of his brother’s) and played with his toy horsies. I made a cup of coffee to go with me, got my breakfast and lunch together and got out of the house and to work only 5 minutes late (I know I was still late, but it was almost early for my purposes – I’m nearly always 30 minutes late). I would have even been on time, but I wasn’t sure if today was picture day so I had to get a second set of “just in case” clothes together so they can be in cute clothes if it was so. Plus, I couldn’t find any diapers.

And still! Nearly on time to work, had plenty of time this morning to do what needed to be done without feeling rushed at all. And the hubby was the same way – he took a shower and had time to sit down for breakfast and coffee before he left. Amazing.

I perused the terrestrial and satellite stations this morning and was sad to see that Christmas music is not available, but I’m staying positive. We’re going B-52’s Rock Lobster instead.