I chuckle when I think about other people's mornings. I have no clue what they are like, but I, of course, assume easier than mine. I also chuckle every time I pick up my phone and read messages from anyone and quickly respond as I'm running around the house doing whatever I'm doing. And this is my choice to do this, it's not a burden. I put messages aside when I have to. I don't want people to think I'm avoiding any duties by responding. I'm more productive when keeping in touch with friends, oddly enough.
So here's my morning. Wake up at 6:30am...look at my phone for any notifications. Respond to any if I can. Go upstairs and wake up the boy. Go downstairs, turn on the lights in the kitchen and living room so he can get his breakfast started. Jump in the shower, have a morning conversation with my son as he pee's while I'm in the shower, with the shower curtain keeping us separate for privacy of course. Get out, go to the kitchen in my towel to help him start his breakfast because he wants a fried egg and I won't let him use the stove yet (it's a gas stove). We're out of eggs...Toast with Nutella it is. Get dressed quick while putting deodorant, perfume, moisturizer on my face and hair product on my hair to keep the curls from frizzing, earrings, bracelet. Snuck a peak at phone again...responded quickly to an email. My son is milling around as he waits for me and inquisitively asks, "Mom, would mornings be easier if you had a husband?" I laugh out loud and say, "Not sure honey...maybe." Move on to avoid getting too deep into that conversation with him. Cut open an avocado for my toast. Put his Nutella on his toast. Had him put his shoes on, open the garage (nearly at the door finally). Needed my tweezers for an eyebrow hair that was bugging me. Can't find them because my daughter steals them constantly. I run upstairs to her room (she's still sleeping, but has to get up in 5 mins). I wake her up asking where they are in her mess of a room. Can't find them. Oh well. Eyebrows will have to wait. Run downstairs. Put Avocado on my bread, wrap up my son's nutella toast and put a cut-up apple on top of his napkin. Grab my purse, water bottle for work, daughter comes downstairs groggy. Tell her I love her and give her a kiss. Run out the door. Christian is in the car buckled and waiting. Pass him his breakfast, he says thanks (this was new and nice to hear) and we back out of the garage. I stop for a moment before driving down the driveway to put on lipgloss and sunglasses and to make sure garage is closed since we've left with it open before and I will never do that again.
Driving to work we eat our toast while listening to the radio. First words from Christian are his observation of the traffic in the other direction. We go against traffic going to work and home, so that's nice. Then he yells "TRAIN!" as we see a train go by. I respond with "TRAIN!", which is a little something we do. More silence. I'm wondering how many people on the road looked over and saw my green toast and wondered what it was since avocados aren't a common breakfast food here. We get to the exit for his school and they are talking about Hank Williams on the radio since it's his bday and he would have been 90 today. They talked about how he died in his late 20's from drugs and alcohol. Christian hears this and has to ask more about it. We talk about the dangers of drugs and alcohol. Then Hank is played on the radio and Christian is amused by his voice. "He was 20 something? He sounds like he's a hundred!". We drive up to his school, we're on time...this is good. We have been on time each day so far this year! He jumps out, love you bye! Now I'm off to work which is only 5 blocks down the road. I pull in and sit for a sec in the car to look at latest emails, respond quickly. Grab purse, water bottle, keys and into work I go.
I get in and as soon as I put my purse down a co-worker is asking me about something that is totally logical and she knows the answer. My computer isn't even on yet. I help her to "talk it out" and all is well. She is considered "clerical", while I'm considered "Professional" in regards to pay scale, so she rarely takes initiative to do things just out of spite. Then another co-worker comes to me with a question about student activity accounts (which I manage fully) and she asks if I can join in on a conference call with the office coordinator from that school to sort it out. So off to an office to shut the door and do conference call. I get the whole story and it's an easy fix. Conference call done. I get to my desk and computer finally goes on. Then the phone calls start. Busy day for some reason with the phone calls. All easy fixes that I can help with. Then a third co-worker comes over to ask me about a deposit I made in Aug. It's in the wrong account due to some miscommunication, so I do a quick journal entry to fix it for her so she can move forward. As I'm going through my backup paperwork to get the proper code, I lick a paperclip by accident. This throws me into hysterics laughing and now I think I've lost it.
It's 10:30am and I am finally having my coffee. I was realizing that I am good at responding to emails, text messages, and other communications regardless of what my day looks like and I'm not a dork who sits on my butt all day at the computer or glued to my phone. I am really productive and being connected this way brings a smile to my face, which helps me through the day.
So here's my morning. Wake up at 6:30am...look at my phone for any notifications. Respond to any if I can. Go upstairs and wake up the boy. Go downstairs, turn on the lights in the kitchen and living room so he can get his breakfast started. Jump in the shower, have a morning conversation with my son as he pee's while I'm in the shower, with the shower curtain keeping us separate for privacy of course. Get out, go to the kitchen in my towel to help him start his breakfast because he wants a fried egg and I won't let him use the stove yet (it's a gas stove). We're out of eggs...Toast with Nutella it is. Get dressed quick while putting deodorant, perfume, moisturizer on my face and hair product on my hair to keep the curls from frizzing, earrings, bracelet. Snuck a peak at phone again...responded quickly to an email. My son is milling around as he waits for me and inquisitively asks, "Mom, would mornings be easier if you had a husband?" I laugh out loud and say, "Not sure honey...maybe." Move on to avoid getting too deep into that conversation with him. Cut open an avocado for my toast. Put his Nutella on his toast. Had him put his shoes on, open the garage (nearly at the door finally). Needed my tweezers for an eyebrow hair that was bugging me. Can't find them because my daughter steals them constantly. I run upstairs to her room (she's still sleeping, but has to get up in 5 mins). I wake her up asking where they are in her mess of a room. Can't find them. Oh well. Eyebrows will have to wait. Run downstairs. Put Avocado on my bread, wrap up my son's nutella toast and put a cut-up apple on top of his napkin. Grab my purse, water bottle for work, daughter comes downstairs groggy. Tell her I love her and give her a kiss. Run out the door. Christian is in the car buckled and waiting. Pass him his breakfast, he says thanks (this was new and nice to hear) and we back out of the garage. I stop for a moment before driving down the driveway to put on lipgloss and sunglasses and to make sure garage is closed since we've left with it open before and I will never do that again.
Driving to work we eat our toast while listening to the radio. First words from Christian are his observation of the traffic in the other direction. We go against traffic going to work and home, so that's nice. Then he yells "TRAIN!" as we see a train go by. I respond with "TRAIN!", which is a little something we do. More silence. I'm wondering how many people on the road looked over and saw my green toast and wondered what it was since avocados aren't a common breakfast food here. We get to the exit for his school and they are talking about Hank Williams on the radio since it's his bday and he would have been 90 today. They talked about how he died in his late 20's from drugs and alcohol. Christian hears this and has to ask more about it. We talk about the dangers of drugs and alcohol. Then Hank is played on the radio and Christian is amused by his voice. "He was 20 something? He sounds like he's a hundred!". We drive up to his school, we're on time...this is good. We have been on time each day so far this year! He jumps out, love you bye! Now I'm off to work which is only 5 blocks down the road. I pull in and sit for a sec in the car to look at latest emails, respond quickly. Grab purse, water bottle, keys and into work I go.
I get in and as soon as I put my purse down a co-worker is asking me about something that is totally logical and she knows the answer. My computer isn't even on yet. I help her to "talk it out" and all is well. She is considered "clerical", while I'm considered "Professional" in regards to pay scale, so she rarely takes initiative to do things just out of spite. Then another co-worker comes to me with a question about student activity accounts (which I manage fully) and she asks if I can join in on a conference call with the office coordinator from that school to sort it out. So off to an office to shut the door and do conference call. I get the whole story and it's an easy fix. Conference call done. I get to my desk and computer finally goes on. Then the phone calls start. Busy day for some reason with the phone calls. All easy fixes that I can help with. Then a third co-worker comes over to ask me about a deposit I made in Aug. It's in the wrong account due to some miscommunication, so I do a quick journal entry to fix it for her so she can move forward. As I'm going through my backup paperwork to get the proper code, I lick a paperclip by accident. This throws me into hysterics laughing and now I think I've lost it.
It's 10:30am and I am finally having my coffee. I was realizing that I am good at responding to emails, text messages, and other communications regardless of what my day looks like and I'm not a dork who sits on my butt all day at the computer or glued to my phone. I am really productive and being connected this way brings a smile to my face, which helps me through the day.
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