In the am, YaYa and I took our time preparing for work and play. We were both tired from staying up late, and in need of a slow-paced morning.
YaYa played with a borrowed toy while I tried to shower myself to life with hot water and soap. It didn’t work. My body demanded coffee and more coffee, and I complied.
So, with the lunches packed, we were out the door, 40 minutes later than usual, and in a better mood for the challenges of the day. The morning may have been slow-paced, but the day is certainly NOT.
Hi Juls,
I just stopped by to see how you’re doing. Looks like you had a nice vacation in Hawaii. I’ve been traveling a lot and am trying to catch up on my blog reading. I was in California when you were in Hawaii and had coffee in the town near you. Next time I’ll let you know when I’m in town and we can have coffee together. Until then, keep the pace. :-)
I think the best mornings are the slow mornings. Up early for a run, then a shower and breakfast while reading the paper, a cup of tea or two while reading blogs and emails…nice and relaxed…
A slow morning sounds great to me, especially when the day ahead will be busy!