Usually when our boys have a sleepover, my husband and I indulge in SLEEPING IN. It’s such an opulent luxury. Not just because we get extra sleep.
It’s because we get to wake up AT OUR OWN TIME to the quiet of the morning. We make a simple breakfast, sit in the backyard, listen to the birds sing, and get our heads ready for the day. Ok. I lie. Most times it’s just about getting more sleep.
But on Saturday morning, we thought we’d try something different. We woke up at 6:30am and headed out for a really early breakfast. We sat in our favourite cafe. Cup of tea. Eggs on toast.
My husband is always so brainy and awake in the mornings. Me. I’m an incoherent aching zombie with puffy eyes.
I slowly warmed up. Breakfast was lovely. Chatting to the husband was great.
And most of all, it was amazing to feel alive at 7:30am.