I can hear the alarm clock ringing. It is set for the ungodly hour (for me) of 7:30 in the morning. I am not and never have been a morning person. I open my eyes and with a blurry vision I search for my phone on the nightstand and hit the snooze button.
After five minutes my ears are filled again with the buzzing sound of the alarm. I hit the snooze button again. After five more minutes, I do the same thing. Until the alarm goes off, twenty minutes later.
Every morning is the same, a battlefield of having to get out of bed and wanting to sleep some more. I know that the quality of sleep is low in those 5 minutes of sleep, but I feel like I need it, because a long day is waiting for me.
The moment I finally get out of bed, my husband is already left for work, while David is still asleep. I go to his room and carefully twist the doorknob, so I don’t scare him with the noise. I know he can feel I’m there because he starts fussing in the bed. He opens his eyes and frowns as he sees me. Now he’s awake.
As I wait until he is awake on his own, I quickly start my morning routine. I brush my teeth, wash my hands and throw some water on my face. Then, I start to get dressed.
Meanwhile, David is getting out of bed and goes to his potty. Then he comes to me. I help him with his morning hygiene by just standing close to him and guiding him through.
Now it’s time for my son to get dresses. I’ll admit it; I usually dress him up just to be sure we’re on time to leave for kindergarten. Usually, while I help him get ready for kindergarten, his energy starts to level up. Instead of being a nice little boy, he starts running around and searching for toys that he missed while sleeping. He chooses one toy which he wants to take in the car with us, then he relaxes and lets me finish dressing him. We
put on our shoes and get out of the door, not until David says “Bye bye!” to Fluffy, our cat. I smile at him. Deep inside I know he has grown up. He’s not the little toddler from two years ago anymore.
We get in the car and I help him put on the seatbelt. He knows all about safety in the car. He always searches for the seatbelt, even if we’re not in our car. I tried and didn’t give him the chance to sit in the car without his seatbelt on, so he doesn’t know the feeling of flying around in the car.
After I find a parking lot and park the car, we get out of the car and enter the building where the kindergarten is located. I change his shoes with his slippers for the inside, the doctor is checking him out for contagious diseases and Miss (his kindergarten teacher) is taking his hand guiding him to the class.
I get out of the building and start to smell the freedom. I’m usually too eager to start working on my blog. I have until 5:30 pm to do my chores, work on my blog, socialize, write, read, do the shopping and rest a little. An adventurous evening with my small bundle of joy is waiting for me.
How is your morning routine? Are you a morning person? Do your kids help you?