early in the morning

I find that the only time I have to actually do anything that is not feeding and caring for others is EARLY in the morning. I am reluctant to give up even a moment of sleep, but I think it's the only way. Is it laziness or self preservation that keps me warm under the covers until the children are awake? And what is my reward for getting up when the house is cold and quiet? A yummy cup of coffee in peace. Typing without peeling bananas or saaving my laptop from a cup of spilt milk. Ah... simple but sounds devine.