I have always been the first to get up in our household, never been one to sleep in or snooze and am generally up between 4:00 and 4:30 am. I get up and make my way down to the kitchen, overcoming the first hurdle of my day by dodging both our cat's ongoing attempts to make me fall and tumble down the staircase, quietly cursing them all the way. Once there I actually feed said cats ( good try, better luck tomorrow ), prep the coffee and hot chocolate for the rest of the family and just get a few things ready for the start of the day. I then grab my cup of joe, sit on the patio and usually go through a mental checklist of the things that I have to do during day, plan accordingly and then read up on some news or watch a you tube video or three. It's my favorite time of day. Everything is shrouded in predawn darkness, the air has a slight chill to it and there is a blissful blanket of silence over the neighborhood. It's at this time in the morning, just before dawn, that I take a deep breath and tell myself,"Today is going to be a great day!' Of course life tends to interject and the days hardly ever turn out that way but it remains a part of my daily morning ritual.
About an hour, to an hour and a half later, my wife and shortly thereafter, the youngest grace me with their presence. Neither being morning people, the previously prepared, daily ritual offering of a cup of coffee for one and a bottle of hot chocolate for the other, go a long way in ensuring that my head stays firmly attached to it's favorite roosting spot ( pro-family-man-survival-tip). They slowly but surely settle into their normal mood and stow away their surly, grumpy, early morning alter egos for another day.
With that done, it's time to wake up my eldest. I don't know if it has something to do with her turning nine this year but she has become much grouchier and her daily wake up call is never really appreciated, usually involving arguing of some sort. She will inevitably complain and demand a five minute snooze, which she gets but said snooze never really lightens her mood in any noticeable way. She will lurch out of her room, arms slightly outstretched, feet dragging halfheartedly along the floor, eyes glazed and hair doing it's best imitation of a really set upon spaghetti mop, occasionally mumbling and moaning something about brains...... . Ok, maybe not quite as bad as that but you'd be forgiven for mistaking her as an extra from the set of the Walking Dead for the first few minutes after she wakes up in the morning.
With that first part out of the way, the rest of the daily morning to-do list hardly seems like such a hurdle. Eating breakfast, washing, brushing of teeth, showering and getting dressed all have their own special quirks but that's a story for another time.
Anyone go through something similar? I'd love to read about it in the comments below.