I’m writing this post at 5:15 in the morning while sitting in our dark, quiet living room drinking a cup of coffee.
Aside from the fact that it’s currently not even the butt crack of dawn (it is still dark after all), it sounds amazing right?
Quiet + coffee + alone.
I know some of you are wondering why in the world I am up so early when my kids are not and I’m here to tell ya that doing this one thing has damn near changed my life.
Over a year ago, we had brought home baby #3, and I was struggling to adjust. A bought of Postpartum depression was sinking in and even though my new baby was sleeping well, I could never get enough sleep.
Even when I got 8 hours, I dreaded waking up in the morning (which usually started by one of my older kids tapping me while I was still drooling on my pillow) to request food.
Can we all agree that that’s like one of the top 5 worst ways to wake up? To still be in a REM cycle when a small person is poking you and requesting a granola bar or something to drink??
But, that’s how my days started. And I would drag my feet into the kitchen and try to keep the small person from sending me over the edge with the repeated request for breakfast. I’d quickly grab the desired snack and drink and get my coffee started and spend the next 30 minutes telling them “hush” and to let me finish my coffee before making more requests.
It got to the point where I dreaded the mornings. I’ve never been a morning person and my kids were up at 6 A.M. on the dot, every day. There was no sleeping in. If that sun was up, they were up.
But something had to give.
I started looking into ways to deal with my PPD, and ended up making a lot of changes in my life including, exercising, making friends, etc. And one of the biggest changes that I made was setting my alarm for 5 A.M. every single day.
Yes, I know. As a stay at home mom, isn’t that supposed to be one of the few perks?? That we don’t have to set an alarm?? That we don’t have to be up and presentable like the working bunch? I used to see it that way.
The first few days were hard, but as soon as that coffee hit my soul (because it does), and I found myself sitting peacefully in the quiet of the morning, I was hooked. It became my favorite part of the day. It became the time of day that was “me” time.
That first week, I drank my coffee, read a devotional and aimlessly scrolled on Facebook before my kids woke up. And when they woke up, I was caffeinated, which automatically makes me a better mom. Most mornings I already have their breakfast bars and sippy cups ready to go so I’m not yelling at them while I shuffle like a zombie to the kitchen.
Ah, now the tables have switched. And I’m the one waiting for them to wake up!
I have an hour every day to do what I need to do for me. Sometimes that’s nothing. Just drinking coffee. Sometimes it’s a bible study. Sometimes it’s doing some work on my laptop for this blog. Sometimes it’s writing for my blog. Sometimes it’s sitting on our back porch and watching the sun rise, which never gets old.
It’s rarely to exercise, because I utilize this time for a sort of meditation, which means tapping into the quiet. I save my exercise for later in the morning when I don’t have to worry about being quiet, and I focus this hour on relaxing.
I won’t say that voluntarily getting up so early is easy- especially when you don’t have somewhere to be- but it’s so worth it. People look at me like a crazy person when I tell them this, but, seriously, please drink the Kool-Aid. I have nothing to gain, but you have everything to gain. What will you do with your me time?