5 More Minutes, Mom

I love this part of the day. I purposefully drag myself out of bed before 6:00 a.m. Just so I can ensure that I keep this time sacred.

It’s the morning news on barely audible volume, a bathrobe, a half cup of coffee. I can surf the Internet, watch T.V., or merely stare off into space and let my thoughts wander.

The time usually lasts a whopping ten minutes and then it’s go time. But it is sublime. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t need it.

But now a certain little voice is starting sleepy morning chatter, singing little nonsensical songs. I’d better get moving. :)

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