Ten o’clock has always been my time.
It’s the time of day I get a second, (or 45th) wind.
The time of day I’m awake, happy and with John on second shift and the kids in bed, blissfully alone.
It’s the time I bake cakes, decorate cookies, read book, write blogs, edit pictures, and often workout.
Yes, it’s a bit crazy to start a workout at ten pm. But there is nothing better than punching your cares away at the end of a tough day.
For certain it’s insane to start to decorate a cake at ten. But it’s a much easier process without my band of helpers.
I do sometimes jot down ideas for a blog post during the day. But it’s not until I’m alone in the evening that I have the time and space to sit down at the computer and really write.
Ten o’clock is my time.
Which is why, on the nights that that youngest girl of mine shows her night owl tendencies, I get a touch irritable… perhaps a smidgen cranky.
I could pretend it’s because I know that if her sisters wake her up early she’ll be tired and difficult next morning. But if I’m being honest, I must admit I turn into a surly, jealous monster because that little girl is usurping my time.
Mama’s need their time.
And ten o’clock has always been my time.