Our Morning Routine

I get out of bed each morning at about 5 am. My clock starts alarming at least fifteen minutes before I get up. I'm not a coffee drinker. I hop out of bed (using that word figuratively here. I don't hop anywhere especially at 5am.) and go immediately to the shower. My husband and I disagree about what I should do at this point. I turn the shower on so the water can get scalding hot then I use the bathroom. He says I should turn the shower on when I get in it, the water doesn't take that long to get hot. If I don't do it my way it screws up my routine and I leave the house without putting deodorant on or something.

I digress...I finish my shower, do up my hair and then leave the bathroom either before or after doing my makeup. It depends on what kind of mood I'm in and how hot I've gotten the bathroom. (We have an exhaust fan in our bathroom that has a heater on it. It's wonderful. If you don't have one you should get one immediately. It will change your life. They sell them at the hardware store in Louisa. I'll tell them you're coming.) At this point the towels I've used are either hanging up or going to be deposited on the bedroom floor. Oh well.

When I leave the bathroom, my baby is usually in my bed. By this I mean my actual baby, not the hubby. We're too old for him to be called my baby. Anyway, the baby is usually in my bed with a sippy cup of something. This one couldn't sleep late if he was dosed with sleeping pills. I've never done that of course, I'm just saying. Brian is on the recliner with a cup of coffee because he is a coffee drinker. My other punk is in bed still because he wouldn't get up at 5:30 in the morning of his own free will unless the house was on fire.

I get dressed and do my makeup if I haven't done it already. Then I go through the baskets of clothes folded and piled at the end of my bed. (There are always baskets of folded clothes at the foot of my bed. I mentioned in another post how much I hate putting clothes away. My husband's idea of helping with the laundry is to put hampers of dirty clothes in the utility room so that I have to do it or walk around them as if I don't know they're there. His idea of helping with the laundry I've washed is to put it into baskets and bring it upstairs so I can fold it and put it away. I don't like this aspect of his personality at all). I find both of my punks something to wear. We're going to Mommaw's so it probably won't match and there's a very good chance that it will be stained and possibly inappropriate for the temperature.

I drag the big one out of bed, take him to my room and get him dressed while hubby gets the baby dressed. It's a toss-up as to which child is more difficult. If the older is in a bad mood, which he is several mornings a week, he's growling and crying and whining and fighting. If the baby is in a good mood he's trying to get away and thinks it's funny. We take the two poorly dressed children downstairs to the garage and buckle them into their seats. Safety first, that's our motto. By 6:30 am, we're kissing hubby goodbye and on the road.

I listen to book radio if there's anything good. David Baldacci's Absolute Power just finished. I hope something good starts tomorrow. At 7:30 there's a book on right now about hiking the Appalachian Trail. I don't like it. I drop them at Mommaw's house anywhere between 7 and 7:30 am. and head to my office. If I'm at Martin County I get to the office at about 7:30. I'm almost always the first one there. If I'm going to Johnson County I get to the office at about 8 am. I'm almost always the first one there.

That is our morning routine. We rock, I know.