My Time

The time change is upon us, and as my alarm goes off at 6am today, I think,

“That can’t be right… Why would my alarm be going off, in the dark, on my day off?”

And then I remember: It’s daylight savings time and it’s also MY time. 

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Before becoming a mother, I would savor my mornings off… one cup of coffee would turn into two, as I sat in bed reading from multiple magazines or books. I would slowly start my days at my own pace and my day was about me. How did I not see how good I had it??

Now, my day can start one of two ways:

1) I don’t set an alarm and my baby becomes an alarm. He wakes up, I wake up, and the day starts with me tending to his immediate needs.

2) I set an alarm and wake up while the house is still sleeping. I make a pot of coffee and sit by myself, slowly waking up. I get to read, journal, meditate or pray. I sometimes even get TWO cups of coffee if I’m lucky. #morningslikethese

Getting up on my own when my alarm goes off has proven more difficult than I imagined. I feel like the second you become a mother, you can function on less sleep than any other creature alive, but it doesn’t make getting out of bed any easier (and that just sucks), but its totally worth it for me. 

What do you do for yourself that keeps your mind and body functioning well?

How do you carve “me time” into your day?

My generation is all about “self-care” and that looks different to everyone. I do believe there is worth in this practice, but it has the potential to become too important as well. 

I’m interested to know what other women and mothers do to keep themselves sane 🙂