Morning coffee, all alone

It's just about 7 am, on a weekend, Saturday to be exact, and it's quiet. All I hear are the clicks from my iPad as I type, and the tocks from the clock on the wall. This is the time I like best, and hate most of all. While I savor the serenity before all hell breaks loose, I also feel alone and bored. I know I can't have it all, but damn it, I can have my fantasy can't I? My solitude is broken for a moment by the nasal featurings of the hubby and son who occupy the space that was, at one point, my place of slumber. Oh great, I hear thump, thump, thump, cough, cough. Someone will be joining me shortly. Sigh...weekends used to be a time for me to sleep past 6:30 am, but that all changed 7.5 years ago and have disappeared into the abyss. I LOVE being a mom, and when I became one for the first time at 36, I was considered by the doctor as one of "Adavanced Maternal Age". What a blow to the psyche! That small person is the love of my life and I wouldn't trade my status as mom for ANYTHING. The silence has been broken by a "Good morning mama" and a toot for good measure. He's his father's son! The day is poised to start, and I am reminded of what is wonderful in my life and I should just roll with it. Resistance is futile and just plain stupid. Good morning world!