It shouldn’t have been a surprise for me this morning when we all accidentally slept in and grumbleness followed. My firstborn takes after me – when I’m hungry, I’m grumpy. It’s the sad tale of the sleep-deprived Mom who would like very much to sleep in but is too hungry to do so. Not really so sad.
But when my 2 and three quarter year old whined her way through breakfast, I thought to myself, “I really do need to get up earlier each day, even if I am tired.” Getting food in our bellies sooner and food in our (my) soul in quiet before the house wakes up.
Our family are night owls by nature, but I want to be a morning person. I feel like it’s a necessity these days. Wake up with the sun (6:30am) and sit with my coffee and Bible and Saviour. I need it. My soul needs it. It won’t be a surprise to me how much more awake and alive I’ll feel after persevering to make this change in my life.
This sleep-deprived Mom needs it.