That one small hour

Now that I have come to terms with Leslie driving (which basically means I am no longer stalking her every move once she leaves the driveway) I am beginning to realize the benefit of no longer being the main Welch chauffeur.
Every morning I have an hour that is totally mine. The girls leave the house at 7:30, then Wayne follows after that leaving me all alone. I have one hour of uninterrupted peace and tranquility. It's my favorite part of the day. I can do whatever I want in the hour. I can leisurely get ready for work, with the Today show blaring in the background. Or I can sit out on my porch drinking my second cup of coffee and read or watch the squirrels play. I can even do laundry and clean up the kitchen. I usually waste it on the internet, reading my favorite blogs. But its my hour. That one small hour makes all the difference in my day!