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The house is sleeping

An early night after a bone-shattering couple of days in work and so I find myself up early on a Sunday morning with the rest of the household asleep. I'm quite partial to an early morning, increasingly so as I get older, I find.

Possibly it's something to do with kids. As they enter your life you become conditioned to wake up earlier and then, when they start actually sleeping it's harder to shake the habit. I think it would be more accurate though to say I've not tried to shake the habit. To be up, early on my own is a treat for me, it's a rare chance to sit and well, do this sort of thing. Did a spot of writing a few minutes ago. Don't do that enough.

Yes, I suspect that's it. It's about the need to carve out a little bit of time for yourself. Full disclosure, it's my turn for the lie-in today, I have actively chosen to get out of bed and potter, how times change. My job is extremely time consuming, and I don't make enough time for family, so every spare moment I'm available I'm with them (this is not a complaint, this is how it should be, if I had more free time, I'd spend it with them also). Through the week we're all up early, wife's out the door by seven, me and the kids by seven thirty, I get home between seven and eight. If the boys are up get them to bed, then we cook then we eat then we hit the hay because it's another early start in the morning. In amongst all this it's not the easiest to make any time for anything else.

So that's why I'm here, on a Sunday morning, with the rest of the house asleep, just spending a little time being me.

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