Dumb Body Clock

My bed is full of sleeping children.
It is always amazing to me that so many little bodies are capable of stretching their limbs to extend the length of my king size bed...
I can tell by their breathing patterns what stage of sleep they are in, who will shift and who will ask for a sip of water; who is nowhere near waking and with whom another is conversing in dream land.
My dumb body clock is adjusting for daylight savings time already, (just 2 months away!), but it is hard to leave the warm comfort of bed knowing my coffee pot hasn't gone off yet.
So I stay another half hour in bed and marvel at how my children have started to segregate into the 'little ones' and the 'big ones', with Grace flitting the line between the two. I am acutely aware that a season of my life is coming to a close and a new one is opening.
A spread from toddler to teen is helping to ease the transition, but still it is not one I'm quite ready for, and it makes me more sad and a little (relieved) happy at the same time. Sure, I have NO time, heaps of stress (mainly in the form of worry) and a to-do list that gets longer by the minute, but I wouldn't trade these moments for anything!
Time to get out of bed and blog this bittersweet moment out.
...And NO, I am NOT premenstrual!