That was the word the replayed in my mind this morning as I herded my flock of children out the door. Leaving the house at 7:35 when you are supposed to be at work at 7:30 and you have a daycare drop off ahead of you is not a good way to “morning”.
Where did I go wrong? I didn’t follow my own rules.
Since I started back at work I have learned EXACTLY how to get out the house on time. It took me a lot of failed mornings and angry text messages to my husband saying “I need you to come home NOW!!”, but I have it down to a science. So on these days where I am getting out the door when I am supposed to be walking into work I can honestly say it’s MY BAD.
I WILL say in my defense, because I have three kids (one of which is six months old) no one better ever comment on my tardiness. I will stay late to make up the time, I will count it as my morning break WHATEVER I have to do to make up the time, but unless I am more than 15 minutes late I don’t want to hear about it. Unless you are my boss…or supervisor…or coworker…or my mom…basically if you are a stranger to me then you don’t get to judge me.
So here are my tips for getting out the door on time.
Factor in how much time you want to spend on yourself. I like to have coffee in the morning, some mornings I want to curl my hair, and I do my make up every day. I used to shower every morning, but now I just do it at night…ain’t nobody got time for that. So I spend probably a solid hour on myself. My kids all combined take an additional hour. So since I have to be out the door at 7:30 I wake up at 5:30.
I wake up and immediately get my coffee going and make my kids lunches. In the amount of time that it takes for my coffee to brew and cool to a less magma-like temperature, I will have lunches made and my makeup done (I don’t do a whole lot in the make-up department). I wake up my daughter and then sit down and drink my coffee. It takes her a while to stumble through getting dressed and brushing her hair (all things she insists she do on her own) so I use this time to drink my coffee and watch the news. So by 6:30 my slow time is over and everyone needs to be woken up and in the living room.
I have learned the key to getting my kids to actively get ready and not just sit there and drift in and out of consciousness is to not turn on the TV until everything is done. It’s AMAZING how fast they get ready when they know that they don’t get cartoons until they are ready.
The curveball is my baby. Sometimes he sleeps in until I wake him up at 6:30, sometimes he is up with me at 5:30. How do I work around my little curveball? I invested in a really nice baby carrier. I have been known to curl my hair while bouncing around with him in the carrier, it’s not unheard of for me to accidently get some of my powder on the top of his head while I’m doing my makeup. Having a really good, comfortable carrier makes a world of difference in your morning routine. Jacob will usually arch back so he can get a good look at me and watch what I am doing the entire time through crusty heavy-lidded eyes. Sometimes I’ll make a goofy face and get a smile out of him, or he’ll talk to me the entire time I’m getting ready. Its sweet and funny and much easier than having him cry it out while I struggle through getting myself out the door.
This morning he dropped a bomb on me. Literally, he pooped. It was an explosion of gross. So THAT is something that can contribute to the anarchy of the morning routine. I mean in the two hours that I have to get us going, I can manage to change diapers without a problem. The problem come sin when, for example, we are going out the door and he has a blowout. THEN we are definitely going to be late. It doesn’t happen all the time, but it does occasionally.
Another fun tip- don’t get dressed until you are ready to leave. I have been pooped and peed on and had to come up with a different outfit on the fly. It’s not fun. So I pick out what I am going to wear and lay it out to put on later.
THAT is where I failed this morning. I haven’t done laundry since the dawn of time and my pile is getting kind of scary and outrageous. So when we were about to head out the door and I needed to put my clothes on like I usually do, I had to dig through the mountain to try and locate something HALF decent to wear. Life is hard sometimes, I was 10 minutes late for work and I need donuts. You win some, you loose some. We can’t be perfect all the time, and I certainly am FAR from perfect.