Your morning routine is the best, most important part of the day. A new day means new opportunities, so it’s important you start the day off well. Below is what we get up to on a normal weekday morning, of course weekends are a bit lazier… But hey, that’s allowed right?
Time to wake up
I try to wake up every morning at 6 am, although I’ll be honest with you – Some mornings I don’t make it out of bed until some time closer to 6:30 am. I put the kettle on and make myself a strong coffee and take it into the living room where I’m out of the way and stop any potential chances of waking up the boys. Next I check my emails and social media. I need to know what happened in the world while I was asleep, some might say I’m a little social media obsessed.
Let’s fix the face
On the mornings that Jack is awake before I’ve had a chance to do my makeup he never fails to tell me: “Mummy, your face is broken”… Children can be so kind. I tend to shower the evening before, I like to stay as quiet as possible in the mornings so’s not to wake everyone else up, showering the night before means I don’t have to blow dry my hair if I want to give it a rest from the heat, and more importantly, it gives me an extra half an hour in the mornings!
If he isn’t already awake, it’ll be time to get Jack up and out of bed. Around now the kettle will be on and I’ll have breakfast on the table for him, usually cereal. However much I’d love to have the time to cook him breakfasts in the mornings it just doesn’t work on a week day… Extra yummy breakfasts are saved for the weekend in our house!
Hit the wardrobe
Now comes the infamous ‘What do I wear?’ A daily battle with myself and my wardrobe. Do I want to get dressed quickly so I can sneak an extra cuppa before it’s time to leave? Or do I want to take time on putting together a cute outfit so I actually look half decent for the day. I won’t lie to you 9/10 the first option wins. I’m a slave to caffeine. I can’t function without the stuff.
Getting Jack dressed is a whole different ball game. Some days he is quite happy to get dressed and it takes no longer than 5 minutes, other days it’s like WWIII. He isn’t having any of it, hates the outfit I’ve picked for him yet won’t pick his clothes himself. Some mornings he lets me dress him then strips down to his pants again (and this happens several times before we get out the door)… Nightmare!
Time to go!
Once we’re all sorted and dressed it’s time to head out the door. Jack’s nursery is no more than a couple of hundred yards from our front door so once he’s dropped off Spence and I head to work and the day fully begins…