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The Manic Early Bird Strikes Again.

The sun isn't up yet, but I'm ready to go back to bed.  My favorite part of the day is the time before sunrise--the apartment is cool, it's dark outside, and I'm usually the only person up.  This morning I was up at four and thought I'd try to go back to bed to 'sleep in' for a bit, but it didn't work.  I lay there for a little while, my mind wordlessly singing endless iterations of, "dum-de-dum-de-dum," wondering when my body would take the hint and get back out of the sack.  So, finally, out of the sack it was.  Sleeping in just doesn't come automatically for me.  I put away the clean dishes, assembled three small IKEA bookcases, filled those bookcases with children's books, and ran four loads of laundry through the washer and dryer.  I also took out the garbage and recycling, and spent time in my bedroom, culling lonely children's books from the bookcases in there.  And, of course, read for a bit.

These morning hours are priceless to me.  I'm the fourth of six siblings, so there were always, always, always other children around the house, then I joined the Navy and found much to my surprise that not everyone there was ready to live eighty women to one room.  Some people were actually bothered by having other people around or having to wait for the bathroom!  The funny thing about living in the barracks was that because I was so relatively well behaved, when the women's barracks got overcrowded, I was one of three females selected to go live in the otherwise empty basement rooms of the senior enlisted men's barracks.  Being able to dealing with hordes of invading people got me my own room in an almost-empty section of a very quiet barracks.  That actually took a little getting used to, but it did leave me with a tremendous appreciation of peace and privacy.  Once marriage and children came along, peace and privacy departed, at least until I discovered the hours between four and seven in the morning, and now I try to enjoy them as often as possible.  On weekends, I then go back to bed around eight or nine to get a little nap before the resident teenagers come to consciousness.

The drawback, such as it is, to being such an insane early bird is that I'm always ready to go to bed just when most people are ready to have their fun for the day.  Recently I shocked my almost shock-proof parents by disclosing that I'd never seen NYPD Blue, as it came on past my bedtime.  I'll have to watch that one on dvd's by mail.  When the girls all got into their teen years, Mom's early bedtime, besides being a very funny joke to them, got them some privacy as well, as they could have the apartment 'to themselves' for the couple of hours between our bedtimes.  That peace for me in the mornings and for them in the evenings worked out pretty well, given that our small living quarters otherwise didn't otherwise allow for much privacy.

Today I'm taking KidThree to church, then driving her down to the hometown, where we'll spend the afternoon with Dad.  Mom and my godmother are going out together for the day, so we get Dad to ourselves.  KidThree and Dad have a funny mutual-admiration society going, as KidThree is not used to too many father figures and Dad is not used to an audience who hasn't heard all of his stories and opinions before.  It's a lot of fun to watch the pair of them interact, they're so good for each other.  That visit will take up the day, then home to rest and get ready for another week with the twins.

Off to go get the last load of towels out of the dryer, then to nap for an hour or so.  It's been a lovely morning, and should continue to be a lovely day.