The best part of my day is early morning. That special time between 5:00am and 7:00am when the world is silent , the entire household is sleeping , birds are chirping and the sun is enjoying its last minutes of rest.
At this time my communication with the creator is at its best . Uncensored and unfettered the words flow freely. I apologise for my sins, pour out my worries and sorrows on him and accept his consolation. I beg him to reveal my talents to me. I ask for the fortitude to pursue my desires in the service of man and i implore him for the gift of final redemption.
Strengthened by my prayer i plan my work for the day making sure that the most brain intensive or difficult taks will get done first with the progressively easier ones coming later. I make sure to include a power nap at midday thirty when my brain reserves seem to take a downward spiral and i find it difficult to concentrate
At this time i look at the clock , if i still have an hour before seven am i fit in a thirty minute jog. When i get home sweaty and invigorated , i jump into the shower for a cold bath thanking God for the priviledge of water. Cold , safe water . Its six thirty now and the first of the household is starting to rise. I greet my first child as i step out of the shower and take some time to bond with her as i dress up
Our whispering is loud enough to wake up the baby sleeping in the crib who stands up and joins our chat. Within seconds the second child , a boy is ambling into the bedroom to report yesterdays happenings and ask for chewing gum his favorite food . I ask each of them what their plans are for the day. After they fill me in we all migrate to the living room where i give the instructions for the day to the nanny.
Next is snack time. Everyone gets a little snack of their choice. The basket of snacks is returned to its origin. I put on my shoes and whisper to St.Micheal the archangel to protect my children as i shut the door on my way out.Am ready for the day.
At this time my communication with the creator is at its best . Uncensored and unfettered the words flow freely. I apologise for my sins, pour out my worries and sorrows on him and accept his consolation. I beg him to reveal my talents to me. I ask for the fortitude to pursue my desires in the service of man and i implore him for the gift of final redemption.
Strengthened by my prayer i plan my work for the day making sure that the most brain intensive or difficult taks will get done first with the progressively easier ones coming later. I make sure to include a power nap at midday thirty when my brain reserves seem to take a downward spiral and i find it difficult to concentrate
At this time i look at the clock , if i still have an hour before seven am i fit in a thirty minute jog. When i get home sweaty and invigorated , i jump into the shower for a cold bath thanking God for the priviledge of water. Cold , safe water . Its six thirty now and the first of the household is starting to rise. I greet my first child as i step out of the shower and take some time to bond with her as i dress up
Our whispering is loud enough to wake up the baby sleeping in the crib who stands up and joins our chat. Within seconds the second child , a boy is ambling into the bedroom to report yesterdays happenings and ask for chewing gum his favorite food . I ask each of them what their plans are for the day. After they fill me in we all migrate to the living room where i give the instructions for the day to the nanny.
Next is snack time. Everyone gets a little snack of their choice. The basket of snacks is returned to its origin. I put on my shoes and whisper to St.Micheal the archangel to protect my children as i shut the door on my way out.Am ready for the day.
