It’s 5:15 in the morning and it’s time to roll out of bed.
The vibrating alarm on my fitbit wakes me up from a deep slumber. I yawn, put my feet on the floor and ease myself out of bed.
My husband is still sleeping, so I tip-toe out of our bedroom and slowly shut the door behind me. I head straight for the coffee pot.
The house is dark and quiet, and I’m at peace.
My boys get up at 7am, so I have an hour and forty-five minutes just for me…
When I tell people about my morning routine, they often give me strange looks and ask me why I’d choose such torture. They ask me why would I lose precious sleep just to have a few minutes by myself.
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There are lots of reasons why, but mainly it’s because…
Mornings are my time.
The morning is the only time of day that’s just for me.
As a Mom, I spend my day catering to other people’s needs, wiping boogers, or transporting kids all over town.
Once my boy’s feet hit the floor, it’s constant noise and busyness until their sweet heads hit their pillows at night.
The evenings are spent with my husband, and that time is special to both of us. Early mornings are the only time of day that’s mine.
While the rest of my family sleeps I get some well-deserved alone time.
I get to sit in peace and quiet.
When was the last time you found quiet time, in your own house, where no one is bothering you? Has it been a while?
Imagine drinking a full cup of coffee without heating it up in the microwave 3 times.
Maybe you craft the perfect blog post, or read a book, or fold laundry.
Whatever it is….you get to choose.
That’s why I love my mornings so much, I get to choose how I spend them.
I didn’t always get up early.
I used to wake up to the pitter patter of feet running into my bedroom. I’d be startled awake by little boys who wanted to play.
Before I could clear the nighttime cobwebs out of my head, I was forced to be up and running.
The first moments of the morning were spent in a squinty eyed haze, downing coffee, trying to wake up.
Bright lights, too much touching, and my children’s loud voices, even their giggles, assaulted my senses.
I prefer a slow wake-up with dim lights, little to no sound, and certainly not a lot of talking. But when I’m jolted out of bed by two little boys, there is no slow wake-up.
Because of my abrasive wake-up…
My mornings were hard.
I’d growl at my children and push them away on my journey to the coffee pot.
I’d plop them in front of the TV and head to the kitchen to infuse my body with coffee and spend a few minutes waking up.
This plan worked great unless my kids needed something or bothered me at all for that first half-hour in the morning.
They’d step into the kitchen and my body tensed up. Frustration took over.
All I needed was a few minutes. Why can’t they just watch TV without bugging me? Let me wake up, please!
“What do you want!?” “Go back to the living room!”
Inevitably, I’d end up yelling at my kids within the first hour of them waking up. How’s that for good parenting?
I was ruining one of the most important times of our day.
There are three important times of the day for a parent and child to connect, first thing in the morning, after school or nap, and at bedtime.
Because I wasn’t at my best in the mornings, I was ruining one of the most important times of our day.
I wasn’t greeting my kids with kindness first thing in the morning. I didn’t love on them with cuddles and laughter. I didn’t help them start their day off with joy. Instead, I squashed their happiness with my bitter words because I was cranky.
It was time to make a change.
It started off small.
The first night, I set my alarm ten minutes before I expected my kids to wake up, and the next morning I was already in the kitchen ready to meet my boys when they got up.
As they came downstairs, giggling, running, and jumping, I was prepared. They rounded the corner into the kitchen and tackled me with hugs and kisses.
Instead of pushing them away, I embraced the chaos and we started our day with a tickle fight right there on the kitchen floor.
Ten minutes was all it took. Ten minutes of alone time, and I was ready to start my day with joy and laughter.
Now I wake up before my family does.
After that first morning, I knew I was onto something. Mornings can be happy. Mornings can be fun.
I got an email in my inbox two days after my first early wake-up promoting a new program that helps mothers enjoy their mornings more.
Fate…it was one of those fate moments. This fell in my lap just when I needed it, so I took the chance.
For less than $20, I learned how to not only wake up before my kids but also make the most out of my morning time.
I discovered that when I wake up early, my entire day is better.
Over time, ten minutes turned into the hour and forty-five minutes I now have in the morning.
I’m living a more intentional, organized, and efficient life
Yes, my mornings are better, but you know what? Because I spend those first few hours intentionally on things that matter to me, I’m a better version of myself.
I am a better mother, wife, and friend because of those early mornings.
You can enjoy your mornings too..
Start tomorrow. Set your alarm and just get up. Drink a cup of coffee and begin your day with intention.
Check out the Make Over Your Mornings Online Course, and start enjoying the mornings. It’s a life-changer!
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