My mornings begin at 6am when my iPod alarm goes off. I then wrestle with the idea of snoozing for a few minutes – then come to the realization that there is too much to do to sleep any longer.
I stumble out of bed and head for the fridge. After I take a couple of sips of Diet Coke, I put some frozen biscuits into the oven. I check my email and contemplate checking Facebook but then decide that will take too much time.
I gather my clothes and iron the girl’s clothes for school. By this time the biscuits are usually done – so I get them out of the oven and begin the task of waking the girl. Usually by this time the husband is stirring – or at least his first alarm has awakened him. I finish getting dressed and pack everyone’s lunch. To save time, I have already placed the day’s snacks in each tote.
This morning – we had the added chore of taking the dog to the vet. At 6am, the dog is no where to be found. After a short drive around the neighborhood – still no dog. Finally she shows up around 7am – still plenty of time before we have to leave. I bring her in so that we don’t lose her again. She does help to wake the girl – so she is making my morning a little easier. It is the least she can do for the worry she caused me by not being at home at 6am.
We get the girl dressed, lunches packed, and everyone loaded into the car by 7:20am. We drop the girl off at school, then the dog at the vet, and finally me at work by 8:20am. It is amazing that it doesn’t matter how early or late we leave the house, I arrive at work at 8:15-8:20am.
We are still adjusting to this new routine as the girl has only been going to school for one week. My husband joked this morning that I did more before he got up this morning than he did all day. A slight exaggeration indeed but the sentiment is appreciated.


