So two nights ago, The Manimal decided to use me as his personal kickboxing dummy. Consquently, I was wide awake at oh-dawn-thirty. Because I couldn't get back to sleep, I decided to go downstairs.
It was quiet.
It was amazing.
No little men running like banshees around the house. No talking rodents or sea sponges with snail pets on television.
I was able to check my e-mail, read a few blogs, spend some prayer time, and watch my favorite morning news station without interruption.
And honestly, even though I was up at 4:30 am? I wasn't totally exhausted throughout the day.
So this morning, I actually INTENTIONALLY set my alarm for (gasp) 4:45. Now, in the interest of complete disclosure, I didn't actually get out of bed until 5, but I still had my quiet.
I watched the sun rise (Well, I watched it get lighter, anyway. We're having some wicked summer storms.). I watched the weather forecast. I surfed the net.
Best of all? The only interruption was a certain canine member of the family who, for one brief, shining moment thought that the absence of the small humans meant that she'd get my undivided attention.
Sorry, Princess. Mommy's enjoying her bliss for a few moments.