Waking up to a quiet house.
Not having the chaos of trying to get ready, fighting Garbanzo for the shower, and trying to get the girls up and dressed and eating breakfast.
Not being annoyed that the latter part of the above list resulted in me not having time to make myself a cup of coffee for my drive to work.
Knowing that the only person I need to worry about is me. And if I’m running late it is because of my own choices – not the actions of those involved in the chaos.
Did I mention the house is quiet? No noise. No nothing.
This is why I like summer vacation. Yeah, everyone but me is home and having fun all day, but I like the change of pace in the morning. It is definitely a compromise, but one I’ll gladly make.