Your morning may fall apart if…
You don’t model what you are asking your children to do. Ouch.
The reasons my morning fell apart today included the fact that my alarm wasn’t set, I couldn’t find my shoes, had no milk in the house for coffee and drove my younger daughter to school in bare feet and my pajamas and had to sign her in because she was late. Ugh.
Theoretically I know all the right things to say and do to make mornings run smoothly and with the precision of a Swiss timepiece. Theoretically. The problem is the theory falls apart completely when I can’t apply the steps to my own life.
I know that setting clothes out the night before, packing backpacks, checking the weather and setting alarms all lead to sounds that mimic harp playing rather than harping as a new day starts, but more often than not we miss one or two of these key activities the night before and frenzy sets in.
Now, this morning started out well enough…I woke up before my older daughter missed her school bus but only because her alarm went off. She continued to check the weather another three times on weather.com convinced that somehow a major tsunami might have developed over our rural town overnight.
Since I am the kind of pot-a-day coffee drinker who has some coffee with her milk, I was not happy to discover that all the milk was gone, so I was forced to drink my java black. I can’t function without it: I support a pot-a-day habit.
Then on to child number two, whose alarm also didn’t go off, although it was set. I will have to check into that…she isn’t the fastest moving child in the first place and couldn’t decide what to wear, and then realized that she needed to check a math problem from her previous night’s homework. Somehow that eluded both her exhausted mother and father the night before….then, do you think there was a single pencil anywhere that had both a sharp point and functioning eraser?
I got her to school precisely 45 seconds late and had to exit the car to sign her in. I was in bare feet and had stepped in things I shouldn’t have stepped in with no shoes prior to getting in the car and my jammies. I was wearing a shirt that says “Diva” on it…and had to sign her in.
The mortification of an un-showered, bedraggled barefoot mother who can’t practice what she preaches may have just been enough to ensure she isn’t late again any time soon…
Can you relate? What makes your morning fall apart and how do you plan ahead?