You wake up. It’s 6.00am.
You can’t hear your baby crying. He’s still asleep.
You can’t hear your toddler playing. She’s still asleep.
You can hear your husband breathing regularly. Inhale, exhale. He’s still asleep.
You think you should get up and have a shower. Start the day clean and refreshed before the chaos erupts.
But it’s so nice in bed. Even if you’re awake. It’s nice under the covers, with your toes toasty, your head against the pillow, and the warmth of your husband beside you.
The hardest part of the morning routine. It’s not trudging to bub’s room. Your daughter’s room. The bathroom. The kitchen.
It’s not trying to find clothes that fit. It’s not trying to find clothes that are clean. It’s not trying to find clothes that are dry.
It’s not trying to remember what day it is. It’s not trying to remember what you’ve got on that day.
It’s throwing the covers back.
That’s it. That’s all it is.
Throwing the covers back.
Once you’ve done that, everything follows. You’re on autopilot. You swing your feet around to the floor. You get up. You shower (if you have time). You unload the dishwasher. You get things ready for breakfast.
The day flows from there, and you switch autopilot off. You start to enjoy it. You feed, burp and cuddle your bub. You hug your toddler and play Memory for the zillionth time, ‘letting’ her win.
(Seriously, I can’t win. Even after a good night’s sleep. Even though two of the cards are bent so I always know where the puppy dog and the rubber duck are. It’s infuriating.)
Everything follows.
But throwing back the covers. When you’re in bed, snuggled under the covers and (day?)dreaming of sleep, man, oh man, is it difficult.
Until you hear that first cry. And you think to yourself, why, oh why, didn’t I get up and shower when I had the chance?!
What’s the hardest part of the morning routine for you?
Making school lunches…ugh! Worst ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah yes, I’ve still got that to look forward to.
Leaving for work at 6am with my kids & hubby still sleeping peacefully (after being up since 5am to get the school lunches made & bags packed) sighhh!
Ouch! Especially in winter when it’s still dark!
The last five minutes before getting in the car to go to school are the hardest for me. Even if everything seems to be on track, those five minutes are when hats will be misplaced, lunch will be forgotten, arguments between siblings will break out…
…the four horsemen of the apocalypse will ride past…
I agree, throwing back the covers really is the hardest bit. Always has been for me, always will be. Especially in winter!
Unfortunately, knowing that things will flow once you do it doesn’t help you actually do it!
Yeah I hate getting out of bed too! Why can’t we just lie there till we’re ready to get up?
Those kids of ours have a lot to answer for! đŸ˜‰
Getting out of bed is so hard – you are SO right. Especially when it’s cold! I also find herding three kids in to car for school/day care, teeth, hair, shoes, nappy change, fights as I strap in 21 month old – EVERY morning the same hassles – except the weekend – AHH the weekend x
I guess I’m yet to find out about those. No care, no school. Yet. A starts kinder next year. Should be interesting!
So, so true! I’ve discovered I’m feeling far less exhausted if I wake up on my own accord instead of being woken up by crying toddlers. Why is that??? Or is that a dumb question?
No such thing as a dumb question! I think it’s got something to do with what stage of sleep you’re in when you’re woken.
Did it sound like I knew what I was talking about? No? Good.
Absolutely true – just making yourself get up. I hate it yet once I’m up I like having the house to myself for those lovely first twenty minutes!
How good is a quiet house?! On the (very rare) days I can get Ashleigh and Mitchell to have a sleep at the same time, I sit on the couch and just soak up the quiet. Bliss.