Just Breathe

I am a control freak.  I guarantee my sister, my husband, my mom, my closest friends, really anyone who has ever spent any amount of time with me just rolled their eyes, nodded their head and said "duh."  It's a pretty well known fact.
Anywho.  I am pretty disciplined and very regimented when it comes to my day and my schedule.  I love a to do list and I love knowing what my day is going to look like before I even lift my head from my pillow.
Which means, when my alarm goes off at 5 a.m. and harshly tears me from a sweet dream,  I am me and I don't allow myself to linger but decide it is time to get up and get moving even though there is a warm snuggly little body curled up around me (Joey) and another evidently brown bear snoring on the floor (Ben. Allergy problems).  Dean is out of town, FYI, in case you were wondering where his sleeping body lay (it's in Orlando). 
Now, my usual morning routine is to sit at the computer for 30 minutes or so and type and then go to the gym.  There would be no gym going today since Dean is gone and the boys frown upon being left at home with no adults.  I was excited, however, to get my typing done early.  There has been an extremely limited amount of work available lately (I won't bore you with the details but it has been brutal and I have felt held hostage by my typing job every day for the past couple weeks) and I was hopeful that I could get a big dent in my line count done this morning. 
Wrong.  No work. None.  Not one dictated word available to type.  This angers me.  This especially angers me when I shut down my work at 5:10 to head downstairs to work out and hear Joey whisper "mooooom? I want you to come back to bed and lay with me."  My immediate reaction, honestly? "Joey!  Go back to bed.  It is way too early."  Said in a very mean, irritated voice.  He whines, I sigh and threaten and then, shockingly, relent.  Fine, Joe.  Let's go back to bed.  What?! 
So, I snuggled into my still warm bed with my little bug and the snoring bear still on the floor and just lay still for a bit.  About 45 minutes to be precise.  I listened to my little boys breathe in and out.  Seriously, Ben sounds like an 85-year-old man.  But it was awesome just laying in the dark with my boys and listening to them.  They are very noisy, busy sleepers (much like how they are during wakeful hours).  I love them so much and even though my morning did not begin as I anticipated (which drives me CRAZY), I know today is going to be a good day. I also know there are no mistakes and no coincidences and God told me to slow down this morning, relax and just go with it.  I apprecite the peace and quiet and the willingness to just breathe this morning.