As I was going to sit down with my cup of iced coffee this morning, I realized that I do the same thing every morning when I wake up. Unless I’m ill (which sadly does happen), these same things happen. It almost happens like a program that is running through my head. So what do I do… (I know I know, Em do we really care? bear with me though k?)
The alarms, yes I said alarms because it really does take more than one. They aren’t close to me. One is Alexa. Amazon’s Echo device AI that pretty much won’t shut up till I am loud enough for her to hear me. God forbid I have laryngitis one day. Second is my cell phone alarm. This one goes off and then tells me the weather and the current news. I don’t remember installing this feature but I don’t hate it. My cell phone alarm literally takes me getting up out of my bed and walking to my desk to make it shut up.
So yeah. I’m out of bed now.
I don’t know about you but I then must go to the bathroom. I’m sure you know after sleeping the body must go potty!! or am I the only one this happens to? Well, either way there I go… (watches as past me plods and bumps her way into the bathroom since she never turns on any lights) While in there I make the mistake of looking in the mirror while I wash my hands. This is when I pull out a clean washcloth douse it in hot water and press it to my face. When did my eyes start sinking into the head like this and why the heck are my cheeks so puffy… I digress. After a couple of minutes of doing this a number of times, I now feel like I can leave the room to wake up my youngest daughter. 6am seems to be much earlier right after summer time.
Waking her up is either very easy or EXTREMELY difficult. Some days I walk in there and she is already putting on her uniform. Others, I have to climb up her ladder and pull out her leg… (After rereading this I realized I put that I pulled “OUT” her leg, this oddly enough is not true, I pull “at” her leg… Though pulling out gives a really weird “she’s a barbie doll” image in my head, so yeah, kind of creepy, and we’ll go with AT. ) At thirteen years she is as tall as me, so it’s not fun.
Finally, she is moving.
I ask where her lunchbox and water bottle is. We go through this every day. I don’t know why she refuses to put her things in the kitchen when she gets home from school but there you go. Same questions, different day. Carrying said items into the kitchen, I then proceed to wash the water bottle, refill it and then put snacks into the lunchbox. This is a process in itself because I don’t ever put the items all in the same spot. Why don’t I do this and make things easier on myself? Well, sometimes it is because it is fresh fruit or something that needs to be refrigerated or it is because I don’t want anyone to eat them and then she doesn’t have them. Fun stuff.
Now, what I really want after doing that is coffee. Like, I wanted coffee the moment I woke up but yeah, I basically have to bribe myself to get my morning chores done. So I sort any dishes there might be from the previous night and do those before I allow myself the pleasure of coffee. When it is colder warm coffee is great, but since it is still pretty warm I brew some Keurig coffee and then add it to a cup of ice.
By the time, I have coffee and the dishes are done. For me, doing dishes involves cleaning up the whole kitchen area. My mother is banging on my door as she is the one who takes my daughter to school. I open the door “Good Morning Mom, she is coming.” Door closed. Now either my daughter is walking out with her bag towards me or I have to go and tell her four times she needs to hurry as her grandmother is waiting. (Something which my mother isn’t too fond of) Kissing her on the head, I wish her a good day as she walks out.
Now it’s time to feed the catch. (Here, I meant to say “cat”, this is the problem with writing a post at 7am I guess. ) Who has been pretty much circling my feet since I waddled to the bathroom almost 45 minutes ago. At which point, I make him sit down and pour 1/4 cup of dry cat food into his plate. Why do I make him sit? Well, basically before I started doing this I would end up pouring food on top of his head because he is a cat and has no patience. Now he sits there and waits when I say “sit down”. Yes, I know he isn’t a dog, but I was determined. I change out his water after washing his bowl and look to see what I should eat.
I hate this part. It is me first trying to figure out how hungry I am and then asking myself what do I plan on doing today. Sometimes it involves a carnation good start shake with almond milk or it is actual food. Today it was a bowl of cheerios with some honey on top. I’ll grab something else after I drop my middle daughter off at school. After foraging for food I walk into my room, set my breakfast on my desk and make my bed. I make my bed every single day. It is a weird mix of the military training and me wanting to be able to say I accomplished “something” every day.
Now my morning chores are done and here I sit typing up this crazy post after realizing that I do these same things every weekday. The weekends are a bit more lax (Grammarly is insisting that I put laxer but I swear that doesn’t sound right!!) but yeah. Do you guys do the same things in the morning or am I the only crazy person? It is then that after I sit down at my desk that I pull out my daily planner and make a list of stuff that needs to get done. Bed and dishes are immediately crossed off. (Points added to mental score for the day at this point) I wonder if I was to give myself points for everything I do how much I would rack up.
So yeah, that’s my morning in a nutshell. Now, where is my coffee, omgosh did I leave it in the kitchen!!
*runs off the get it*
Till next time…