Today I couldn’t think up anything good to write about. And frankly too much sadness going on to really think much. So I’m using a Blog Dare Prompt from a couple days ago. The Morning Routine
Every morning, I try to squeeze as much sleep in as I can. And I’m really lucky and spoiled. I live with my mom (and siblings) and we have to be at work around the same time. So she’ll wake me up. Instead of using an alarm clock. Some days I love it. Some days I hate it.
My routine really starts about four thirty or a quarter till five, when Poppa (Baby Boy) wakes up. He likes to get a new bottle and go back to sleep for a couple of hours. So I make him a bottle and if I’m lucky I sneak back into my bed without Cat waking up. Most of the time I end up having to make her an additional cup and then putting her back into the bed with me.
And then my mom’s alarm goes off at a quarter till six, and she gets up and starts waking me up around six.
So after the 20 times I tell my mom just a minute and I finally pull myself from the bed I’m running about 10 minutes behind. And yes I do realize that if I’d just get up somewhere BEFORE the 20th time of putting my mom off I’d be on time. But I like sleep.
I get my clothes together and usually by the time I’ve decided on an outfit Poppa is awake again. And so I change him and make him, yet another, bottle. And let him coo, ma ma ma, da da da and pa pa pa while I get dressed.
And if Cat sleeps through all that I put him in his saucer and sneak out after waking my sister up. If not I amuse Cat with Dora (She’s a slow waker) and a new cup. And then sneak out to work.