Early bird

I am not a morning person. Getting up early for work is a challenge every single day. For this reason, mornings are always hectic, rushing to barely get there on time (traffic accidents are my nemesis) or running late (which happens more often that I would like to admit).

Knowing that today would be particularly busy, I grudgingly got up and out the door earlier than usual. It was not easy – torturous actually – but I realized that it made my morning smoother. Traffic was a little lighter and I made better time on my commute. I got to park a whole floor lower in the parking garage. I didn’t have to share the garage elevator with anyone. In my clinic building, there were only three of us on the elevator (rather than being packed in like sardines). My clinic was empty, lights still off. It was nice to be able to get some things done before anyone else was there to interrupt me. I enjoyed this slow, easy start to my clinic day.

Of course, I told myself that I need to leave earlier every morning – make it the rule rather than the exception. Good intentions. I will certainly try.



Mornings = Chaos

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”

What are the things you need to do within 30 minutes of waking up to ensure your day gets off on the right foot? What happened the last time you didn’t do one of these things?

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I have to admit, when I read this prompt for the first time I snort-laughed.  I guess I pictured people who have morning routines that may include sipping coffee or yoga or a jog around the neighborhood.  I am not those people.  My mornings are a hot mess.  That is likely because I stay in bed until the last possible minute to the point where I have to rush to get myself and my kids out the door (usually 5-10 minutes late).

(Sidenote: Does anyone else play this game in the morning? *alarm goes off* I look at clock and say “OK, I have an hour, time to get up.”  *hits snooze*  … *alarm goes off*  “OK, if I get up RIGHT NOW, I have 45 minutes. I’m getting up.”  *hits snooze*…. *alarm goes off*  “30 minutes. CRAP. GET UP!”  *hits snooze*… etc.)

And when I finally drag myself out of bed? It is a whirlwind of getting dressed, hair and makeup (the later I am, the lower my standards become), getting the kids out of bed (this usually takes several tries and my “angry voice”), making sure they are dressed and clean (I settle for reasonably presentable), gathering bags/lunches/coats, making sure pets are walked and fed.  Have you ever tried to rush kids?  It is like herding cats.

Mornings = chaos.