My morning starts with me pushing my snooze button about five times. I’m not a morning person, and going to bed early doesn’t change that. But my children need to get to school, so I need to get up. They are in first grade, which includes more learning (reading, spelling and math that I forget they can’t do as well as I can), homework (I don’t remember having homework in the first grade) and activities (my son and daughter take tap dance, ballet, gymnastics and karate).
I wake them up singing “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey” and drag them from their beds because one or the other stayed up pretending to read. Getting dressed is easier, as long as I have picked the right outfit for my daughter. Hannah wears leggings every day, preferably with a tunic shirt, though she will graciously wear a shorter shirt if I choose a matching skirt, which she wears over her leggings. David puts on whatever I’ve laid out.
After they’re dressed, I make their breakfast, some sugary cereal like Fruit Loops, while their step-dad Brian makes healthy, filling lunches. Without his help I’d flounder, run around trying to remember what I need to finish. Together, we accomplish getting them to school on time. Every morning I take them to their classrooms. On Monday’s I help in Hannah’s class, on Wednesday’s in David’s.
Once home, Brian and I walk my nine-year-old Staffordshire terrier, Dylan, and my mom’s two little, yippy dogs. A quick stroll down the street, around the park and the three are ready for their breakfast. In his doggie old age, Dylan prefers milk on his doggie cereal, and he won’t eat without his milk.
Brian’s hungry too. He makes bagels for us, mine saturated with butter, his nicely layered with cream cheese. I’d forget to eat breakfast and lunch if he didn’t remind me.
I work at home writing and I’m in graduate school studying creative writing at Antioch University Midwest, so from 9am-2pm I try to focus on getting as much done as I can. Sadly, I think I spend too much time browsing on Facebook, playing Castleville.
Around 2:10pm, I pick up my children. Monday is our free-day, or beach day at Carpinteria’s State Beach when it’s warm. I love the slower afternoons of Monday, where we can relax or play.
By evening, they call their father to tell him about their day, then dinner and a lazy bath for each of them. By 6:45pm, I usher them upstairs for story time, currently The BFG by Roald Dahl, sing to each of them, and kiss them goodnight. I love our nighttime ritual.
When they’re in bed, I get back to work, because something always needs to be written or re-written, and then later watch Castle with Brian. By 11pm, I hope to be in bed sleeping, but that rarely happens. My day is happy, even when it’s full.