I’ve come to a conclusion lately that has been a long-time coming. I really need to wake-up before the kids in the morning. I’ve heard for years that you can get so much done, get a jump-start on your day, yada yada yada, but I always just rolled my eyes and thought, “Yeah RIGHT. I’m gonna get every extra minute of sleep that I can in the morning!” But alas, we have entered a new stage: School.
Evelyne started kindergarten this past week, and while getting out the door at 8:40 isn’t super early, it’s quite a change from our usual schedule of lying around in pajamas and watching cartoons until Mommy’s second cup of coffee. We like a relaxed approach to mornings around here, but life seems to be changing that for us, and I’m realizing that I need to go with the flow instead of clutching my sheets and refusing to emerge from my bed until the kids are awake and yelling for breakfast.
By the grace of God, somehow all three kids sleep until around 8 a.m. these days. If Ev and Harris wake-up earlier, their handy stoplight clock lets them know that it’s not time to wake-up, and they usually play in their room until 8. (The best investment in cheap plastic that I’ve ever made as a parent, hands down.) If we don’t have to go anywhere for the day, this is pretty awesome for me to be able to sleep until eight, a luxury that I have up until now never had as a mother… particularly during those several seasons when they woke-up for the day between 4:45-5:30. (I earned this 8 a.m.!) But now that we have to be at school before 9, I’m seeing how it would be a disaster if I waited until 8 to wake-up. I could probably swing it if it weren’t for Sullivan and his needy one year-old ways, but not at this stage. After all, those of you who know me know that I have no qualms about showing-up places without make-up, hair in a messy ponytail, and wearing a t-shirt, but I think it wouldn’t be good to be “that mom” every day… am I right?
So, for a few mornings this past week I have woken-up to an alarm an hour before my kids woke. (Which is so weird in itself after almost 6 years of letting them be my alarm!) I made my coffee, showered, fixed my hair and make-up, and got dressed. Let me say that again, I showered and got dressed! Before my kids were awake! Glory hallelujah, the freedom and joy those simple tasks offered me as I got ready in the silence were unsurpassed. The house was so quiet and peaceful, and I had the perfect opportunity to pray and ask God for grace going into the new day. I did a little bloggy stuff, started the kids’ breakfast and poured their milk, three cups all lined-up on the counter.
By the time they stumbled out of their room, all messy-haired and whiny, I was READY. I wasn’t messy-haired and whiny myself, grumbling at their rapid-fire requests, begging them to just HOLD ON for a second while I start my coffee, and good gracious, just let me pee, you little dictators! (I’m not a morning person.) I was a chipper, cheerful mom full of patience and love. Well, that might be a stretch, but let’s just say it was light years better than it is when I’m still trying to wake-up myself.
So now I’m thinking that this is going to have to be my new normal. Going forward in the school year, creating a routine for getting out of the house in the morning, I’m just going to have to change my lazy ways. Now whether I can actually do that on a regular basis remains to be seen. I need some encouragement. So, I’m interested, dear friends, who wakes-up in the morning before their kids? Am I incredibly late in the game to be just now catching on to this? Has anyone figured-out how to pull-off getting ready for school in the morning with a last-minute wake-up? What does your perfect, organized morning look like?