Can we talk, just for a moment, about mornings?
I so very much struggle with mornings.
I can do it if I have to, obviously. I was a ropes instructor for years, which often required 5am set-up times. I can do it. But those first 5 minutes are brutal. It has always taken me a good 60 minutes to warm up to the idea of starting a day. Conversation? Not my strong point immediately after rolling out of bed. And, I do roll.
Midnight feedings? 2am feedings? I can do it. Just let me go back to bed and wake up slowly.
How does your day start?
Here’s a look at a fairly regular weekday morning (subject to change in an instant):
0500 Abby cries… and then cries FOR REAL… and I run downstairs to give her a small bottle
0510 IF Abby is still crying and getting more serious about waking the house up, I give her a small bottle which tides her over for another couple hours
0615 Curt’s alarm goes off, several times
0630 Curt gets up, Curt goes to the kitchen, Curt eats a bowl of cereal
0630.5 Rylie scampers across the hall and into Curt’s spot in bed
0637 Curt takes a shower, I prompt Rylie to get dressed
0640 Curt gets dressed, Ry heads into the bathroom to brush her teeth
0645 Curt and I beg Ry to eat something, which she does not… and why would you at the break of dawn? I can’t eat before 10am, myself.
0650 I re-ponytail Ry’s hair; there are tears
0655 Curt puts on his coat and brushes his teeth
0658 Curt and Ry give me a kiss and head to the bus stop (4 minutes from home)
You could set your watch by Curt’s routine. I hope God Above is prepared for Curt’s routine(s). Who am I kidding? He probably sets his own watch by Curt’s routine.
0702 IF Gus Man hears the front door shut, our day begins and I am finally, completely out of bed. Not out of pjs… just out of bed.
0800 IF Gus Man sleeps through the earlier departure, Abby usually wakes up now
0900 IF Gus Man has been sleeping, he will be up now and moooooaning for food
So, what should happen is I should get up at 0615. I should be the grown-up and get my feet on the ground before any small terrorists start breathing on me and “snuggling.” I should get up and make my way to the kitchen… or the couch… and just sit. It would kill about an hour of my day… an hour of fake waking-up, non-restful lounging. It would get me up and perhaps half a step ahead of the children. It’s what I should do.
Why, pray tell, why does that thought make me cry?
Help me. It’s a new year full of new possibilities. But this may require a miracle and a bit of luck.
What do your mornings look like?
Pssst: if you’re reading this in a reader and don’t see Ry’s face in the right column, be sure to click out for a second and see our family’s New Year’s Eve photos HERE. We went bowling. There was much hilarity.