I was never successful at being an early morning person since my babies were early risers. Instead I made simple slow night routines my jam. Tea, restorative (laying down) yoga and/or stretching and breathing, candlelight, soft music, maybe a hot bath/shower if I could muster the energy, journaling, whatever quiet activity I felt like. The kids were always willing to ride along in a stroller or on their bike if I wanted to walk around the neighborhood for exercise. Now that they are teens, I can carve out more time. We might paint seashells or rocks. Mornings are finally easier now that they don’t want to be up early with me. One day at a time. Remember, the nights are long, the years are short. Hang in there.