I tossed and turned and tried my best to go back to sleep with no success. I got up, put my cozy socks on and tip toed down stairs. I lit the star and some candles. The clock on my kitchen wall showed no more than 3 am.
I've said it before and I say it again. It is something special to be up all alone while the rest of your dear ones are still fast asleep. There is a comfort in knowing that they are all there, cuddled up in their beds nice and warm, dreaming the dreams... And now suddenly I have some bonus hours to spend all on my own. :)
A bad back woke me up and once up my mind just started to work overtime. Strings of things I want to do and things that has to be done in a certain time before that BIG day comes. You know which one I'm talking about...
So instead of fighting it I enjoyed the silence and the candles, a cup of hot tea and spent some time working on my blog make over... And without even taking notice it was soon 6.30 and my oldest Nelly Bo sat down for breakfast with me. She is the first one up usually and soon the rest of the bundle started to roll in. Roof lights got turned on, the TV were flashing, the coffee maker were making noise... The moment was gone but remains special in my memory.
PS 2: So did I take a nap in the afternoon? No.
PS 3 : So did I at least go to bed early that night? No.
PS 4: Surprisingly the day became a super efficient day with a lot accomplished and maybe just a little bit of a grouchy mum appeared around dinner time or just before, but that was all. Maybe I should become an early bird?