It’s after 8:30 in the morning, and I sit at my kitchen table, winter sun shining in through the windows, I am the only one awake in my house right now.
My wife was awake a little earlier, but has chosen to try and go back to sleep after her morning pee when she asked me to turn the volume on the podcast I was listening to in bed down a little. Before coming downstairs myself, I checked on my kids, my oldest had another night where she had almost completely wrestled her covers nearly off of her bed. When I checked, her lower back and feet were exposed to the chilly morning air. It’s a crisp 11 degrees outside this morning and the house is proportionally chilly. I straightened out the covers and recovered her back up. Immediately after doing so, she went from the fetal position she most likely spent the last few hours in trying to keep warm, to a full on stretching out underneath her comforter and blanket. I received no visual or audile clues from her that she was ready to waken. Next, I checked on my son, who was bundled up in his bed and appeared to be very content, after I quietly asked if he was still asleep he gave me a slight nod , telling me he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of his bed just yet. After I softly told him that I’d see him down stairs a little later, he flashed the sign for I love you.
I’m sitting here, looking at the steam coming off my cup of coffee while I feel the suns rays warming my face. The sound of the furnace blowing warm air is below me in the basement while I feel the warmth it’s providing on my lower legs. In another hour, the house will be fully awake and we will come up with an adventure for the four of us to have today.
This my me time.