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Starting the morning just right

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My alarm always chirps too early for my tastes. 6:15am to be specific. The kid has to be at school by 8:30, which means we have to be out the door just before 8, which means they get up at 7, which in turn means that if I’m not up by 6:15 I don’t have time to shower, primp, and have breakfast before having to be on.

And if I don’t have breakfast, I get cranky. Really, really cranky.

Seriously, just ask the kids.

And yes, I do need the full 45 minutes to get ready. 5 minutes for breakfast and 40 minutes for my morning routine. 

You know, the morning primping routine? Come on. You know you have one too.

Mine starts with a shower. Probably a longer shower than necessary, complete with shampoo, conditioner, face cleaning, some shaving, and endless standing under the water, waiting for my brain to engage.

In the fall that usually takes longer than in the summer. The thought of getting out of the warm shower and stepping into the cold and dark bathroom is so rarely appealing.

But then I finally do and I start the rest of the routine. Lotion for my legs, lotion for my arms, cream for my face. Anything to keep my skin soft and smooth. The colder months have a tendency to dehydrate my legs, rendering them scaly and decidedly un-sexy. Lotion… in obsessive quantities if you ask my husband… is the only solution to the issue.

So I indulge.

Then I have a micro-trantrum because once my hands are nice and greasy it’s virtually impossible to turn the thingy on my deodorant. (What? I mentioned that I got cranky before breakfast!)

It’s not a stellar routine. I don’t use products that cost a zillion dollars. I don’t even always use the same products from month to month. But the routine is what keeps me grounded. When I get up in the morning, I’m groggy, sleepy, and wishing I could spend the day in bed. By the time I emerge from the bathroom my brain has engaged, I know what’s expected of me, and I’m ready to face it all… usually with a smile.

So, yes, I could sleep until 7 every day, and it’s tempting, especially in Autumn when it starts to still be dark at 6am, but I’ll trade feeling grounded for a little sleep any day. 

My hair hasn’t been this short since 2009, but my smile is still as big.

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Handing off the morning madness

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“As soon as I’m done giving Little L her asthma treatment and I’ve brushed C’s hair you guys can roll.” M just looks at me. “C’s lunch is in the fridge, ready to go. I put her change of clothes in there with it so you wouldn’t forget it.” He nods absentmindedly. I’m not sure he’s heard anything I said, he’s pretty engrossed in The Little Einsteins‘ adventures, so I stop my diatribe for a moment.

Little L’s nebulizer finally sputters, signaling that it’s done dispensing her medicine. I put her down and hand her a bottle of milk and turn my attention to C who has been lolling on the couch next to us for a while now.

“Baby’s hair first!” she protests, but relents when I threaten to turn off the TV. The credits are rolling; her favorite part. I pull out the brush, comb, and leave in conditioner and sigh when I see the tangled mess I have to deal with. A quick glance at the clock tells me I should hurry, but gently to limit the complaints.

“If you drop Little L off first do you leave C in the car?” M, asks, waking up a bit now that the show is over.
“Yes, but if you drop C off first you have to unload Little L and take her with you.”

Braids finally finished I hunt for Little L’s bottle and hand it to her. I do a surreptitious butt sniff – phew, no diaper change needed – and head to the kitchen in M’s wake. Now that they’re on the verge of leaving he’s changed gears. He’s ready, they’re moving, this is the moment he’s most likely to forget everything.

“Is C’s lunch in the fridge?”
“Yes.” I answer as he reaches in and grabs it.
“Why did you put her clothes in here?” He asks, looking at me like I’m a nut case. I don’t even answer, he has the clothes in hand, that’s all that matter. At least they aren’t languishing on the edge of the couch.
“M, listen, you can’t forget the clothes. They’ve been doing a lot of water play at school and she’ll be soaked all day if you forget to put them in her cubby.”
“Uh hun.”
“And the doggy. Don’t forget the doggy.”
“What doggy? The car doggy?”
“Yes, if you leave with the doggy, she won’t be able to nap.”
“Oh, OK.”
“You can just leave it in the cubby, with her clothes. Oh, and don’t forget to sign her in. We get fined if we forget.”
“Her lunch box has to go in the fridge, because of her yogurt.”
“And you need to bring Little L’s bottle into the daycare. Don’t leave it in your car.” His eyes are glazing over. “Do you need a checklist? I think I should give you a check list.”
“No, no, it’s OK. I’ll forget something, but it’s going to be OK.” He smiles at me, clearly teasing.
“No!” I wail, “you can’t forget anything. If you forget the clothes C will be wet all day, and if you forget the doggy she won’t nap, and if you forget her lunch she’ll starve. And Little L needs her bottle.” But my wails go unheard, he’s already on the other side of the yard waving. I wave back and feel my shoulders relax. For once if something gets forgotten it won’t be my fault.