Saturday Morning, before Ben.
Before Ben was born, Saturday mornings were pretty quiet. I would get up around 6:30. Early yes, but not too early. I could sleep in anytime, so waking early was no big deal. Plus I got to sleep through the night every night, so I was rested. I would hit the gym for a nice long workout, I didn’t have any reason to rush home. When I did make it home, I would think about what I wanted for breakfast. I’d make my breakfast, and eat said breakfast, often while reading a book. I’d shower up and get ready, only worrying about what to wear based on weather and comfort. I’d get all this wrapped up and be ready for my day by about 10:00 am. I’d feel good that I was ready so early on a Saturday.
After Ben was born, Saturdays got a little different. I won’t go into detail, but here is my house this past Saturday morning.
This level of destruction was achieved by 8:15 am.
Yeah, life’s a little different now. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.