The thought of having to get up earlier than normal, particularly on a Saturday like today when I was out late the night before and wanted to sleep in, usually causes me to grumble a little bit. But then I wake up and get out of bed, and suddenly it's not so bad.
The house is very still and very quiet - not a usual occurrence with nine people all living together. I'm the only one awake as I get dressed for the day and come out to make myself a cup of coffee and eat my breakfast which today is an oatmeal bake cooked in the microwave in a coffee mug which, along with vanilla yogurt, isn't half bad. It's peaceful enough to make me want to get up an hour before everyone else every day....
Maybe. ;-)
It's the opposite at my house. Things are busiest early in the morning. So I get my quiet time by waking up after the parents have left for work and the sister to whatever her day holds, and then I stay up late after everyone has gone to sleep (which is a different kind of peace, but also awesome.)
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