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Wednesday, May 6, 2015
What's your weekday morning routine?
One of my biggest fears before having kids was that we'd get the kind who liked to wake up at 5:30. That didn't happen, although it remains to be seen what kid no. 3 is like. I'm hoping he inherits our sleep-in genes.
Max is up first, at around 7. He walks into our bedroom, taps my shoulder and gestures toward his butt, as in, I have to go NOW. What follows is the usual battle of wills: He wants me to help him and I refuse.
Me: "Max, you can pull down your own pajamas!"
Me: "Max, you can do it!"
Soon enough, he complies because he realizes I am not going to help and he is risking an accident. Then I make him pull his bottoms back up. I still haven't given him the personalized "Fireman Max" water bottle I ordered from Etsy as a reward for bathroom independence; he knows he has to be consistent, without my pestering.
As I help Max gets dressed, we chat. He tells me what day of the week it is. He reminds me that he needs to visit the fire station this weekend. And that bowling is his favorite sport. And the he loves fire trucks.
"Happy?" he asks, as he always does.
"Yes, I am," I reassure him. I so love that he asks.
Then Max goes down the stairs on his butt; he stands only if I'm in front of him or holding his hand. He heads to the living room to cuddle up to his iPad and watch as many fire truck videos as he can cram in before it's breakfast time. I will never take for granted his ability to amuse himself during the morning—it still seems like a gift, because for years Max couldn't and wouldn't play alone.
I head back to bed to sneak in a little more sleep. Once Sabrina is up, she pops in to kiss me, showers, makes the momentous decision of what to wear and proceeds to leave all of her drawers open and half her wardrobe on the floor. She helps herself to breakfast, usually whole-grain bread with peanut butter and banana.
I can pop in my contact lens, check email, shower, do my hair, get dressed and put on makeup in 15 minutes flat. And come up with a solution for world peace! Our sitter arrives, and she gives Max oatmeal right before I head out. Meanwhile, Dave is sure to be pestering me to eat this healthy whole-grain cereal that has lots and lots of nutrients and is completely tasteless. I'll grab a plain Fage yogurt and fruit and make a dash for the train to work. Before I walk in to the office, I get an iced coffee with lots of milk.
What are mornings like for you?
Photo: Flickr/Silvain de Munck
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 6:35 AM