Mornings...

There are six people in our house. There is one bathroom. That really could be the preface to so many of the stories of our lives.

Our normal (if there is such a thing) days is something like this.

5:25 a.m. – P’s alarm clock starts to go off – followed by a varying number of hits on snooze.
6:00 ish a.m. – P gets up, has coffee, attempts to shake cobwebs from head and begin day – take a shower.

Now, I try to get in and out of the shower before I need to wake the kids at 6:30. I try to get up on time so that I don’t look like a headless chicken getting ready to leave.

After shower (this varies by what time I actually got up, what time I actually got in the shower and how long a shower I took) – P gets dressed, makes baby’s lunch, wakes up baby, dresses baby, tries to do something to hair and face (remember to brush teeth); have son start car; rush out of house before making everyone late for school (7:15-7:20)

Drive older kids to high school and then junior high, back track and drive back by the house, (wave) drop baby off at day care, back track and arrive at train station in enough time to park, pay parking and stand on platform before train whooshes by.

From there most of the rest of the day is a breeze – take the train to work, work all day, catch a train home and enter the madness that is my homelife in the evening.

Now, let’s just think about what happens if P oversleeps by, say, 25 minutes or so, then let us add to the mix dear husband who normally sleeps until well after P has left with older kids, but on this day of the oversleep decides to catch the train just prior to P’s train – on a day such as this consideration is given to sharing showers, digging an outhouse and even head clubbing.

One should not mess with the existing morning routine, as it is barely hanging by a thread as it is.