Today marks the beginning of a time where I work from 6am till 2pm. It’s due to an effort to make sure work is covered from 6am to 6pm. I got the morning shift, because I thought to myself, “Heck, I’m up early anyway with Celia, why not get home with some daylight to spare and actually spend time with the family before the craziness of getting dinner ready?”
When I leapt out of bed with not a second to spare, I was thinking twice about this decision. Michelle tells me Celia isn’t quite herself today. She’s acting more needy, and was looking everywhere for me this morning. I suppose that makes complete sense. Her entire existence so far has been waking up to Daddy, and spending the first couple of hours together. Of course she’s going to miss it.
As I drove to work, I missed it too, to tell the truth. Yeah, I’d rather she sleeps in and I don’t wake up early, but over a year of doing it has gotten me used to it, and frankly, there’s something quite sweet about that time. Nobody else awake. Celia and I are both chilled out and slowly waking up. We just kind of hang out. Slowly get ready for the day. Have breakfast.
Perhaps it’s not going to work out, this whole early shift. I suppose only time will tell.