Sign of the Times
There has been a major shift at our house this summer and it has everything to do with age.
The girls are growing up and they are sleeping in. Sometimes Agatha isn't getting up until nine. Nine A.M. It's heaven. The sad part about this equation is that I'm getting older, too. I am voluntarily waking up earlier and earlier and (I cringe when I say this) I am loving it. I'm not old enough that this has become some crazy hour but for someone who happily slept in past nine well into her thirties, waking up at seven without an alarm is crazy enough. And the stuff that I can get done in this quiet two hours is probably what's fueling the desire to get up just a little bit earlier. But not too much ealier.