I have timed my morning routine down to the very last second – although I continue to hit the “Snooze” button, thinking that, somehow, I will be able to miraculously cut out 10-15 minutes of my morning routine, and still make it to work on time. This has yet to happen. For now, this is how my morning brain works:
6:00am – Alarm 1 goes off – Ah, sweet. I can sleep for another 30 minutes.
6:30am – Alarm 2 goes off – Eh, I can give it another 15 minutes. I’ll be quick.
6:45am – Alarm 3 goes off – Ugh, okay I really need to get up. I’ll just check my phone for a minute – Facebook, Candy Crush, KCRA. Ew – the news is so depressing. Okay, that’s enough.
6:53am – Crap – I REALLY need to get up now. Aw, Isabelle looks SO cute and snuggly right now…I’ll lay a couple extra mintes with her.
6:56am – OMG, okay, up. Today I’m REALLY going to leave by 7:30. I’ll just rinse off in the shower real quick. Let dogs out…wait…Isabelle is going to freeze her little butt off. I’ll wait for her.
7:00am – Finally get in shower. I’ll be quick. Just a quick rinse.
7:12am – Finally get out of shower…that’s okay, I’ll be quick. Ugh – where are all of my clothes?! Aw, Isabelle’s ears are SO cute right now. She just wants me to throw her rope for her. I’ll just toss it a couple of times. Okay, she is NOT getting tired…I can’t do this all day.
7:20am – Crap! I need to do my makeup. I’ll be quick. Oh! KCRA Alert – I should read that. I never know what’s going on in the world.
7:25am – Finishing makeup…what the heck am I going to wear?? Am I working out at lunch today? WHY can I never find a matching pair of socks?! These pants are stupid.
7:33am – Outfit number 3 – Whatever. This is fine. I don’t care anyway.
7:35am – OMG the dogs need to eat. I HATE feeding them so close to putting them in their crates for the day…why do I always do this? What can I have for breakfast? I don’t have time to cook anything. I’ll just grab oatmeal. Who ate all the oatmeal?! Aw, Isabelle is such a good girl – waiting on her rug for her food.
7:40am – Come on, dogs! Lock ‘em up! I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon (no, I won’t). Don’t look at me like that. Isabelle – Get. In. Your. Own. Crate. Why is this such an issue?
7:43am – Okay, I’m fine. I’ll still be on time. Purse. Gym clothes. Oatmeal. Crap. Do we have anything I can take for lunch? Perfect. Leftovers. I’ll just put them in a Tupperware. Where are all the Tupperware containers?! Dishwasher – okay. I should empty this. No. No time. Okay, lunch – check! Let’s go.
7:47am – Keys. Purse. Gym clothes. Lunch. Alarm on. Bye pups! Be good girls. Why do I always say that? They are locked in crates. Whatever. They know what I mean. Do they, Courtney? They’re dogs…whatever. Yes, they do.
7:48am – Out the door. Oh, there’s Judy and Max (the dog from nextdoor). Hi Judy! Hi Max! I should give him a quick pet on the head…he’s running over here. Okay, good. Bye Max!
7:50am – Finally in the car. Ugh I can’t see out of the window…defrost…windshield wipers. Whatever, it will be fine once I start driving.
7:53am – Waiting at light. I’M SO LATE. Whatever. Worrying about it will not get me there any quicker. I’m really going to start getting up on time. This is NOT worth the extra 15-30 minutes in bed. I probably don’t even really fall back asleep. What’s on the radio? I hate when the Wake Up Call plays music…I actually want to listen to them. Oh well.
8:10am – At work. Exhausted already. I need coffee. Ready for a nap.
Repeat x 5…Monday-Friday…