I am not a morning person. Up until a few years ago, I would wake up no earlier than 8 am (often much later) and drag my feet all morning until I am sane enough to tackle the day. It is no wonder I struggled through the first few months of being a stay-at-home parent, and eventually having a school-age child.
Dough on the rise and ready to be cut.
Nowadays, I look forward to starting my day early. Waking up before the kids are awake is THE best thing since sliced bread! It means I get to enjoy my cup of coffee in peace, free from the screams and babbling. It is just the most relaxing, calming moment.
In those first few minutes while I sip my hot drink, I mentally go through everything that needs to be done for the day. Often, it is a load of washing, or some baking that needs to be dealt with. Occasionally it could be other tasks, like calling banks or decluttering the kitchen. It takes no more than five minutes, but it makes all the difference especially when there is a lot to be done and there is an optimal order of doing them. There is something about that time of day that speaks to me gently. The soothing sound of the birds chirping, the neighbours’ car engines purring, the golden sunrise peeking through the blinds in the bedroom window.
The kids’ alarm rings and then it is time to wake them and get ready for school. The moment everyone is out of bed, I fluff up the pillows and smooth out the sheets. As I walk around the house with toddler in tow, I tie the curtains, pull the shades up, and open the windows and doors. Sunlight fills our home and soon the pot is filled. Breakfast, and lunch for the schoolkid is made, and the kettle whistles softly to let me know that another day has begun.
Hot bread rolls, ready for the taking. Now where is that butter knife?
I go through my day knowing that when the sun goes down, my bed will be ready for me — with its sheets refreshingly cool and pillows so soft, offering a respite for my tired but happy self. And tomorrow I start my morning routine again.
Tell me, what is yours?