Do you have a morning routine? One that is so detailed and necessary, that were you to diverge from it, your day would spiral into a frazzled, harebrained, did-i-even-remember-to-put-on-pants Bridget Jones episode? I have major routines and ceremonies that I neurotically follow throughout the day, akin to the life of Sally Albright. My mornings go something like this:
Wake up at 7am, change and nurse the baby, make a pot of coffee and throw a piece of wheat bread in the toaster. Find the unhealthy peanut butter in the cabinet and pull out the old-fashioned oats. Once the coffee beeps (but usually even before then), gulp a cup while standing at the counter, then refill. Drink another cup with peanut butter toast in the other hand, while I microwave a big bowl of oatmeal. Slice fresh strawberries and bananas over the oatmeal while still hot, and bring to the living room with my coffee. I then turn on the news and open my laptop to catch up on happenings in the world and the blogosphere. After this leisurely wake-up, I see Lovah out the door and hit the showers...
I've followed this routine for years now and if anything in this segment does not happen, Mama is not happy. As a child, if I'd arrive to the breakfast table to see my brother finishing the last of the cereal, or my sister dripping the last of the milk over her bowl (think Buzz shoving the cheese pizza in his mouth), I'd throw a FIT. I NEED my morning routine. For my sanity.
And I know I'm not the only one. What's your morning look like? Does the planet spin off its axis if you miss your Wheaties too?