A sad reality of life with small children: I woke up unbearably early to the sounds of construction. (grrr) I laid there watching the monitor- no babies up yet. Husband was downstairs getting ready for work... I could realistically go back to sleep for about another hour until the predicted wake up time for the girls. (which is a gamble all of it's own)
I could rip myself out of bed with the promise of a shower... all alone! No kids clamoring that they want a bath, going through the cabinetry, or wrestling each other on my bed. It was a hard decision, but I schlepped out of bed at an ungodly hour and hopped in the shower for 10 minutes of uninterrupted bliss. Washing my hair has never been so peaceful.
...and that realization makes me cry inside a little.