#morning-routine

#morning-routine

My husband pushed the double stroller with our two younger kids on board. My eldest child rode her bike. My task was bike escort duty, running alongside her for encouragement and traffic monitoring. This meant that my daughter dictated the pace of our trek. Sometimes I sprinted in a futile effort to keep pace with her. Other times, I walked backward, coaxing her forward.

She woke up and looked around, finding herself in a familiar room with a pounding headache, indicating a night of indulgence spent with company.

I actually get my phone. I know that's terrible, but that's what I do. Or I lay awake for a few minutes.

Always be the one that makes the breakfast in the morning. Always be the one that gets up first, and let your partner have a lie-in. Do the breakfast because that's the time of the day that your kids are the least angry.

This time is strictly for you-use it. Simmer in the sweetness of the stretch and the softness of your breath.