Bliss

It’s early morning here at Chez Voiture. Everyone’s still sleeping. It’s so blissfully quiet and peaceful in our house I had to sit down and make note of the occasion. It doesn’t happen often that the children sleep past 6:00. Or that I’m awake enough at 6:00 to actually get up and be human, let alone contemplate some things that I could do around the house. Usually the morning hits me in the head (well, the boobs, actually, as one of the kids absent-mindedly bounds into our bed), and then I’m thrown into the day with nary a moment to think.

I prefer this morning’s quiet way better.

See, I was completely frazzled and snappy last night and went to bed feeling awful. The kids had an unusually difficult day and by the end of it (to use one of my favorite phrases) I had one shredded nerve left, and they were swinging from it. Fast forward to this morning, when I woke quietly to the soft morning light rather than to a knee into my belly. I looked down at the dog blanket on the floor at the foot of our bed and noted J’s two favorite stuffed animals. Knowing that they wouldn’t be there without her, my eyes adjusted and focused enough to make out her sleeping little body curled up on the blanket.

D woke long enough to look at J, then he slipped back off to sleep. A’s still in bed.

The peace, quiet, and stillness of this morning are doing wonders for my spirit.