Nothing warms my heart more than bounding up at 6 a.m. and attacking the day. I will never stop looking at the wee hours as found time.

However, I have learned to respect my need for sleep, to give in to it sometime. If I wake at 5, as I originally did today, and think I could make a go of it (even though my head was foggy) I will at least give sleep a chance. I will read for a few minutes and see if consciousness wins out.

Today, it did not. I had two more hours of peaceful shut-eye and have lots of energy now … all because I gave sleep a chance.

(This newborn may be snoozing peacefully here, but she has little need for rest now that she’s a toddler.)