morning routine

I wonder how much our routines of daily life will change once the kid arrives.

these days the alarm goes off at 6:30, and we snooze and snuggle until just before 7, when the wmbw guy tells us about the weather. sometimes we chuckle at his wacky banter with the traffic guy. we're easily amused.

the dog hears us stirring and does her little pogo dance, begging either to be let out or allowed on the bed. if she's relatively clean and we're feeling lazy we'll let her come up and snuggle. otherwise I get up and let her out and start the breakfast routine.

until it got warm, michelle would have oatmeal every day, but not before her morning throwup. as she gets out of bed, I get ready for her, fetching the throwup bowl and her chair (it's a wheeled office chair that's often at the computer). when the retching begins (sometimes it takes a little while to start up), it's my cue to start the oatmeal in the microwave (2 minutes, stir, 1 minute, stir, 1 minute, stir, 30 seconds, serve with salt and soy butter). while that goes, I load or unload the dishwasher as needed, pausing to let the dog in. after the oatmeal is delivered, it's time to microwave 2 pieces of bacon that I cooked earlier in the week.

then I fill my bowl with generic cheerios or raisin bran (with a couple of pieces to the dog) and we sit and eat together, sometimes chatting a little, maybe making eachother laugh with our weird sillynesses.

when the food is gone and vitamins and whatnot consumed, we read a chapter or so from the Bible, pray together a little while, and maybe sing a song or two. this part is a relatively recent addition to the routine, and it's a very good thing. somehow it starts the day out right.

my thoughts then turn to getting ready for work as Michelle takes a shower or goes on a morning walk or takes a nap (pregnancy and fibro make for good excuses for naps any time of the day). so I make my sandwich (turkey and cheese on wheat from the breadmaker) or perhaps gather leftovers, check email and the headlines, and try to be out the door by 8:45 or so with a goodbye kiss (for Michelle) and pat on the head (for the dog).

for some reason I feel guilty if I get into work after 9, but noone else seems to care as long as the work gets done.

how much of this will change when our boy is on the scene? I have no idea. hopefully at least michelle wont be throwing up.