Are they still breathing?

It's 7:45 in the morning and all is quiet in the house. As I scribe this little story, both of my little munchkins are still sound asleep. I've gotten the laptop and crawled back into bed. Me...in bed...at 7:45 in the morning!!!! It's a miracle!
I never would have thought, three short years ago (before two pregnancies and two babies) that being able to be in bed at this time would a) feel so late and b) feel like such a treat.
Normally, my children are up at 6 something rain or shine, seven days a week. Since they don't know the concept of weekends, they don't know the concept of sleeping in. I've been looking forward to the days when I can leave a little breakfast out for the boys and let them watch some cartoons on their own. I remember having my special Saturday morning treat, I'd get up and find a donut and a prepoured glass of milk in the fridge for me. I'd creep into the living room and watch my cartoons at 7 in the morning. My parents would get up a couple hours later but I was good--I was fed and content with TV. I'm trying to wipe the cobwebs out of my memory and remember how old I was when this routine began. That way I can figure out how long I have until the big one is old enough to do this too. And better yet, is old enough to help the little one.
Darling husband is at work and I'm watching Today instead of Higgly Town Heroes on Disney. This could be a Taster's Choice moment, if only I drank coffee.
As tired and bedraggled as I am most mornings, I take getting up early in stride. It's just one of the tasks that comes along with motherhood. Your time is just never really yours anymore. And that's fine. I'll take a 6 am wakeup call everyday if it means that I get to spend every day with my boys.
But mornings like this are bliss! Just like afternoons when they're both asleep--at the same time.
It's also mornings like this that make me realize that truly, I'm very introverted. I can be extroverted as the situation calls. I do enjoy spending time out and about with others; I mean "No Man is An Island". But as an only child and then a young adult who lived alone for four years, it's been a big transition for me to not only have a constant husband but constant children. Sometimes I forget how much I revel in being alone. I so rarely get this time alone that I'm in a position to not miss what I don't have. But today, I'm reminded that sometimes it's just nice to not have any sticky fingers on me or fingers being gnawed on by a teether or to have to get up when I'd much rather be sleeping off the two middle of the night wake ups.
So I shall leave you all now so that I can roll over and watch Matt and Meridith in my big (and almost empty--I get all the pillows to myself) king size bed ALONE!!!! Let me soak up my solitude before I have to jump (or rather get pushed) back into motherhood.
Oh well, I wasn't quick enough. I hear the big one. It's not time to make the donuts, but it is time to be the mommy.