I am not a morning person. I wish I were; but if I'm being truthful, I am not. However, I have discovered that getting up in the morning before the kids wake up and having 15 minutes to myself makes a huge difference in how our day unfolds.
On Wednesday I stumbled out of bed and headed into the pantry to make myself a cup of coffee. My devotional and Kindle were in my hand and I had plans to snuggle in on the couch, drink in hand, and do a little reading before it was time to start waking children.
The machine hadn't even stopped sputtering yet when I heard a call from the back of the house: Mooooom!
I closed my eyes and let out a defeated breath and then I headed back to get him.
I got Keaton settled into the couch and put the tv on - I needed those 15 minutes - but before I had sat down myself Hutton came squinty-eyed down the hall.
I pulled out more blankets and got Hutton arranged as well and then I finally sat down, in the corner, next to Hutt (he likes me close to him in the morning) but before I had a chance to open that book he was already scrambling onto my lap.
It's okay, I told myself. I can still read with him here. But then my arm was in his way and taking a sip of my coffee was nearly impossible. Collin came out and I told him I was feeling anxious - it's just, I need those 15 minutes. He left for work and the boys started fighting and before I knew it I had yelled at them and there were tears. The tears led to protests of school and me fighting them to get in the car.
This morning my alarm went off early, I showered and came out to the pantry to make myself a cup of coffee. I snuggled in on the couch and did a little reading. I closed my eyes and tried to meditate for four or five minutes (meditating is a work in progress for me) and then my alarm sounded - time to start waking the boys.
It was a bit earlier than normal and they were groggy, but I was patient and when Hutton started crying because he discovered it was a school day we were able to diffuse it quickly. The morning, though tightly scheduled, went infinitely better than two mornings ago.
What a difference 15 minutes of quiet can make.
Lest you think Wednesday's painting with nature involved no mischief, let me show you what happened when I went real quick to check on Nolan.
Happy Weekend, everyone!