I was listening to a podcast earlier this week that asked you to think of your perfect morning. It then pointed out that if you aren’t getting to that often enough, maybe you should step back and reevaluate.
It got me thinking, what do I really want in a morning? I’ve been working hard at getting routines back in place with two kids (Lincoln thrives on routines and they help keep me sane).
The morning I fantasize about when my insistent and very hungry alarm clock starts crying at 5:30 involves no children, breakfast on a terrace some place warm, and no where to be before noon. The thing is, that isn’t the kind of morning I’m looking for everyday. No, it’s just a nice break from my usual morning. In an ideal world, I think my morning would look something like this:
Adelaide wakes up just as I clock 8 hours of sleep. She stops fussing once I walk into her room and coos while I make her a bottle. We chat and listen to an uplifting talk from here while the sun streams through her window.
Part way through her bottle I hear Lincoln start to stir. Adelaide falls asleep while drinking and I put her back to bed. I open up Lincoln’s door to him giggling with his stuffed animals. He greets me with a big smile and a “mama! up!” I pick him up and carry him to my room where we snuggle in bed together, talking about our dreams from the night before.
Ben comes in to get Lincoln for breakfast and I spend a few quiet minutes checking my phone and planning my day before joining the boys in the kitchen. Lincoln entertains us with his chatter (while eating all of his food) during breakfast and right as he’s finishing, Adelaide wakes up for the day.
We load up the jogging stroller and head out for a family run, followed by smoothies and cereal back at home. I get in a 10 minute shower (Lincoln comes to say hi once or twice but Ben has the kids under control while I get dressed).
What does your perfect morning look like?
(the one you want to escape to and the one you want to live everyday)