Alarm goes off a bit before 6 am. I am already awake. I am the first one up each day. No work for me, so it is the dutiful husband-father gig. I do the alarm-off, lights-on, good mornings to the sleepy-heads, blinds open... make breakfast and lunch for the cat and for those heading out to school/summer camp or work (none of those are me) and a latte with a chocolate swirl design floating on top, for my spouse.
The up-side is that, as they make a running-behind (pretty much always) dash for the door, the cat and I are heading to the couch to stretch out and "rest our eyes" for just a minute.
Today it was for two hours.
Previous versions of 'normal' circumstances, I would be appalled and guilt-ridden.
Current version of 'normal', I just feel refreshed.
I am not late for anything.
And, oh yes, I am grateful.