This morning the sound of someone's diesel truck (you know the big loud trucks families drive today that run on diesel) woke me up. It was about 6:20am and they were dropping off their child at my neighbor's daycare next door. At about 6:30 am I heard another diesel truck drop off their child. It made me feel sad for those kids to have to get up so early. I was thinking of my own children and how they get to sleep in their own bed until they wake up naturally...what a luxury. I was also trying to imagine getting up a family so early to be somewhere by 6:20! To me that's unimaginable! My kids have to leave by 8:30 (another luxury!) Our school is around the corner, so they do not have far to go! There have been many times (far too many I'm ashamed to say) that I have questioned why I decided to stay home. Many times it feels like suffering (not enough money, driving an old car, having to actually save for something) but today it felt like a luxury. Today I'm grateful that my kids woke up at their regular time, I got to make them breakfast, and I got to send them off to school. I thank God for the perspective of my early morning wake-up call. Yep, I'm living in luxury.....and they may not know it, but my kids are too.
Love to you all from the lady of leisure,
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