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Early Morning Thoughts ...



Early Morning Thoughts ...

3:45am

I awake to hear tires on the pavement ...

I feel a cat paw on my hand ...

My husband sleeping soundly next to me ...

Is it Sunday?

Or will the beeping begin going off soon?

No, It is the weekend - One more day before the routine begins ...

Thinking of things that need to get done ...

And how I seem to fall short lately ...

I am glad that I have kept up with on-line classes

That I thoroughly enjoy ...

If they could only make housework

Just as pleasurable ...

Trying to incorporate a few more hours into each day ...

And an extra day on the weekends ...

Needing to start benefiting from the extra daylight hours ...

My mind turns to how we need clothes for upcoming family events ...

How I need wrapping paper, self tanner, nails manicured, etc ...

I dose back off to sleep ...

Noticing the alarm clock in the early morning light ...

3:52am ...








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  1. Isn't it amazing how much can go through our thoughts in such a short time? I read this Kristine, and thought of many similar wakenings I've experienced. :) Wondering if it has anything to do with being a woman? :)

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    1. Yes, Cathy - I have been wanting to write about this time of the morning, for awhile ... Yes, Being Women :) ... No Doubt!

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