Same Old Routine

In our house, routines are important. I know that everyone has a routine but for some reason, it feels as though it’s even more important that we have one than anyone else (and I bet you feel exactly the same way bout your daily routine). For Jessica and me, because we both work from home, it’s of the utmost importance that we have our acts together. The idea is that we’re at our respective desks by 8:15 every weekday. For her, it’s more important that she be at her desk later in the day because her daily deadlines hit at 6:30 PM. For me, the sooner I can get at my desk, the more work I can theoretically get done before I have to do the afternoon “Taekwondo Dad” thing (that sounds SO much cooler than “Soccer Dad”).

For the kids, routine is important because it gives them an increased sense of stability. This is especially true for ‘A,’ ‘N,’ and ‘A2.’ They have not had a ton of stability in their lives. Between moving around, unkept promises, and general upheaval, we felt that routine is a great place to start.

We’ve now had the Three Additionals (sounds like a great name for a singing group) for a bit over a week and a half, and we’ve been pretty good at establishing our pattern. In my own world of denial, I am up every day at 6:00 am (in reality, it might be 6:30’ish), Kids are up by 7:00, dressed by 7:20 and out the door by 7:30. That’s the goal. Day one we got out the door at about 7:45. Day two, we shaved another 5 minutes off. By the end of last week (which was Thursday because no school on Thursday), we felt that we had things under control.

Monday, I thought we’d have problems because we had the weekend, and traditionally, Mondays are a bit harder than the rest of the week to get back into the swing of things. This Monday, however was great. Not a problem. And all this week has worked just fine.

Until today.

It went something like this:

Jessica: “I’m going downstairs to make lunch for the kids.”
Me: “Ok. What time is it?”
Jessica: “6:20.”
Me: “Ok.”


Jessica: “Marc, it’s 7:15!”

Apparently, the two nights where the baby was up late decided to take its toll on me today. Nice work, Dad.

The only kid awake was Eli. Everyone else was still asleep. So, there I am stumbling around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to put the words together telling the kids to get their bums out of bed to get ready for school.  And yet, somehow we managed to pull it off. In an unusual set of serendipitous circumstance, Brenna got right up and got dressed, ‘N’ got right up and ‘A,’ while he was a bit more difficult, got up and managed to dress himself. Even the baby stayed asleep during all of this.

I really have no point to make here. None. I just thought I’d write about it.

I need a nap now.

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