The middle of the night, when everyone else is asleep seems an apt time for a spot of reflection.
The house is peaceful, the humming of the fridge replaces the squeals and giggles of excitable little boys.
The faint glow of the street lamps barely touches what was earlier basking is glorious sunshine.
The rumble of the washing machine is replaced with soft snores and contented sighs.
The numerous jobs I inevitably didn’t get round to finishing no longer seem that important.
The flowers which had opened up to welcome a new day are now hiding from the moonlight, and I’m here with my ol’ friend insomnia.
I could make plans, or lie in bed getting bored and frustrated at the lack of sleep, I have on similar nights done house work or dabbled in some type of craft.
I think tonight though, I shall go give my little boys a kiss night night, tuck them in again, and settle down with a book and a cuppa.
All the while being thankful for my little family, and appreciating these quiet moments when I can truly appreciate my lot in life.
I shall of course be a mardy cow when it’s time to get the children ready for school, but there’s always coffee for that!