One thing about having a house full of children is that it is never quiet. Rather, it is rarely quiet. Exceptions are when everyone is asleep, they are really engrossed in a new movie (which doesn't include Boots as he's still too young and hasn't discovered the allure of television), or something very naughty is going on.
Many mothers find the quiet of the early morning their best/only chance at "me" time. We like to think we can enjoy it after they are all in bed, but most moms I talk to are so tired by that point that it's not productive or quality time, and they would be better off going to bed themselves. I, however, am not a fan of early rising. But I may be getting there.
Having a teen in the house, combined with longer daylight hours (and lets not mention my inability to have supper on the table any earlier than 7pm - hey, we're on the European schedule, ok? lol) has shifted the wake times of our children to 9 pm or later, and of myself to around midnight. But the wake up times don't seem to be as affected. Koko is definitely my early bird, and Boots seems to like to follow that trend also. Problem with him is, he can't be left unattended, as tested by my having to go outside to get him a few times, in my underwear, at 7am. Good thing there's not much traffic on Main Street at 7am.
This a.m. arrived like most others, earlier than my tired body wanted, with a dangerously naked-butted child calling out for a diaper. (Which in case you don't get that means, I had better put one on him or bad things will happen.) So up I jumped, er, slithered. Koko was quick to join us, and the three of us enjoyed a rather quiet breakfast. It was then I suggested yoga. Koko has an interest in yoga, for some reason, so she was gung ho. Even Boots, never wanting to be left out of the action, joined in.