I have no regrets about being a stay at home mom, about choosing my family over my career. But there are a few things I miss. One of those things is early morning runs. This morning as I check a few blogs and do some sewing I long to hit the wet pavement. I need (both on a training level and a personal level) to get a run in.

I’m up. I’m ready. I’m a morning runner. But I have two little snuggle butts still dreaming of Thomas the Tank engine and Totoro in their beds. And while I don’t have the heart to wake them, I also don’t want to push their combined seventy pounds around either.

I miss that “me” time. That selfishness time of being able to do pretty much whatever you want in the time line you want to do it. I’m smart enough to realize that this time is limited. I’m am grateful enough to enjoy practically every minute of their presence. And I know I’ll get that run in tomorrow, or maybe later today.

And I’m happy to just have a few minutes of quiet time in the mornings to drink tea, stitch and see how you are all doing.