Sometimes, I truly can't tell if it's a blessing or a curse to have such an industrious child. Then I think, maybe it's just the hour at which all this industriousness strikes her. You see I've always been a night owl, doing my best thinking, creating and such around midnight to 2 am. Also, when I wake up (I should say when I finally pry my eyelids open and roll out of bed and stumble to the coffee pot) I need a few hours and a few cups of coffee to get going. My ideal breakfast time is 10am.
She springs forth from the covers eyes bright, thoughts and ideas already churning so fast she's mid sentence before her feet ever hit the floor. One of the first things to come out of her mouth is "I'm hungry, Mama." I know everyone's thinking "big deal, pour the kid a bowl of cold cereal, sit at the table and drink your coffee while she eats. That's what moms do, they adjust."
She has to make her breakfast, and when I say make, I mean bake something from scratch. Usually she asks for cupcakes, we actually make whole grain fruit and nut muffins, which works great until someone tells her the difference. This morning we made cranberry raisin scones with orange-yogurt glaze.
I have to say, I think my body is adjusting after nearly 3 years of this routine. Today is a day of change; she begins her first day of preschool. I know she is looking forward to it much more than I am. Suddenly all that free time I was planning to have is not nearly as precious as all of my Ella time. So, today I am grateful for our routine even when it does come at 5am.