I’m not a morning person. Let’s get that out of the way right now. I have never been one to jump out of bed with a smile on my face and a perky pep talk on my lips. And that was before I suffered from insomnia. No, I’m the one who takes awhile to wake up. I don’t snooze my alarm, but that’s only because I have it already set to the last moment because I already know I want as much sleep as possible. Even then, I’m generally not a happy camper, but I have things I need to get done in the morning, and my morning routine is my only salvation.
I know that the wee ones crave routine. In fact, we were all thrilled to go back to school (finally) yesterday only partly because it meant we knew exactly what we had to do that day, and there was a definite plan again. They love their routine, and I have to admit that I love my routine, too. In fact, Little Miss woke up yesterday and had her morning to do list completely done before I was awake. I came downstairs to find her Rainbow Loom-ing. Sweet.
Granted, my days aren’t as consistent as theirs. Some days I go to the gym once they get on the bus; other days I work first then go to a class. And some days knock me out of my routine because – like today – I have a PTO meeting or some other non-normal activity in the morning. That’s ok though. My biggest challenge is getting everyone out the door and me ready by the time their bus arrives. If I can accomplish that, then – and only then – I’m ready to face the rest of my day.