I think my life would be a lot easier if I could get myself out of bed earlier. I envy people who have already been up for two hours by the time they come to work, who've already watched the news and read the paper and drank a couple cups of coffee. That is so not what my mornings are like. Shall I walk you through a typical morning in our house? All-righty then:
6:45 AM: The alarm goes off. If it's a morning Andrew goes to daycare, I force myself to get up. If it's a morning Andrew stays home, I re-set the alarm for 7:00. (I never use snooze. I don't trust snooze. Snooze and I have a torrid history.)
7:00 AM: The alarm goes off again. I lay in bed for a couple of minutes trying to force my eyes to open. I get up and do my best to sneak downstairs quietly without waking Andrew. This is particularly interesting since I just got up and am stumbling around bleary-eyed, usually stiff-legged from my most recent bout of overnight leg cramps. If Andrew wakes up, I take him downstairs with me, give him milk and some Apple Jacks, and turn on cartoons so I can take a shower. (If Joe is home, I make him deal with Andrew, of course.)
7:10 AM: The morning bathroom visit. I sit on the toilet for about 5 minutes, long after I've finished, trying to muster the energy to stand back up.
7:15 AM: Shower. I briefly contemplate laying down in the tub in the fetal position and letting the hot water rain over me all day long. Then I remember that I'm hugely pregnant and I'd never get back up on my own, which makes me reconsider this idea. I compromise by leaning against the shower wall in a fugue state for much longer than I should.
7:30 AM: Get dressed, brush teeth, put on make-up.
7:40 AM: Out the door. If it's a day Andrew goes to daycare, I pack his lunch the night before. After I shower I pack his diaper bag, wake him up (if he's not up already), get him dressed, and then we leave. (Remember, I get up at 6:45 on those mornings, giving myself 15 extra minutes to dawdle.)
7:50 AM: Sit in traffic waiting to get onto the freeway. Listen to corny morning radio programs and utter curses as traffic moves at a snail's pace and yet another semi tries to barge his way in front of me.
8:00 AM: Get on freeway. At last.
8:10 AM: Arrive at work. Late. Starving. Make a cup of hot chocolate to stand in as breakfast, since I don't feel like walking all the way down to the cafeteria to get something to eat.
8:15 AM: Realize I forgot to put on deoderant before I left the house. Furtively make use of the travel-size stick in my desk drawer.
See how much easier my life would be if I could just drag myself out of bed earlier? I could eat breakfast at home, maybe watch some TV, sit and relax for a few minutes instead of rushing around. I could maybe even get to work earlier, which means I would get to leave earlier.
Do you guys have any tips to help me get up and motivated in the mornings? I'd love to hear them. (Of course they'll only be applicable until January, when this won't be an issue anymore, at least temporarily, because I will be up at all hours of the day, ALL THE TIME.)
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If it makes you feel any better, I am late to work almost every morning and my make-up, if I bother wearing it at all, gets applied while sitting at my desk, that's not to mention the times during the first trimester of this pregnancy that I didn't brush my teeth at home, just did it when I got to work. Some people just aren't meant to be morning people!
No ideas here. I was late every day to work when I was working. Only thing my managers ever got after me about.
I am a night owl for sure, and the only thing that gets ME out of bed is the frustration I feel when I'm late for things. So in an effort to not be late, I get up on time.
And don't feel bad, I use the travel size deoderant in my backpack at least 3 times a week.
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