I found it impossible to get up early on Sunday. Saturday night I had a headache that felt like it was going to crack my skull. I allowed myself to sleep it off. I was the last to get out of bed that day. The first part of the day didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked. Breakfast was delayed, and even at 1 PM when we were to be at church we were pushing to arrive on time.
On the other hand I discovered yesterday that getting up early does not always mean better energy. Sunday night was long and arduous. My little man was vying for my attention most of the night, and when the alarm went off I groaned in sleepy agony. I didn't get up exactly with my husband, but I was up and at it before the kids. Despite my exaustion and cantankerous mood, I still accomplished tasks better yesterday. I am still caught up on the cleaning of the kitchen and now the livingroom is also manageable once again.
After a full night's sleep last night I am optimistic for what the day will bring today. I have less housework to do, so who knows what I can accomplish.
To be continued...