my morning

6.35: Alarm goes off, feel exhausted.

         bring the alarm into the bed and press repeat snooze 10 times.

7.20: pull the hot water bottle like dog out from under the duvet.

         cuddle said spoilt dog.

7.25: get up, open all the curtains. Let the dog out, make tea.

7.30: have a shower.

7.40: get dressed, jeans plus several layers of t-shirts and a jumper.

7.45: brush hair through, put on minimal make-up, mascara, blusher.

7.50: wake teen, tell him the time.

         room stays dark.

         leave light on outside in hall.

7.55: put a bowl of breakfast next to teen.

         no movement.

         room still dark.

         bang around making unecessary noise.

         remove last nights weetabix.

         offer to charge phone, as bound to be run down from pinging friends

         half the night.

       

8.00: no movement.

         remind teen to wake up and eat.

8.05: hear breakfast eating noises.

         eat my breakfast.

8.10: quiet in room again.

         no movement.

8.15: tell teen I will be turning the car around.

         take bags and dog to the car.

         tell teen we have to leave at 8.20 to be on time.

         no movement.

8.20: come back in.

         teen in bathroom.

         spends 5 minute spraying, guming and brushing hair.

8.25: teen leaves house looking like he slept all night in freshly pressed

         uniform.

         tie at a right angle.

         shirt hanging out at the back.

         teeth unbrushed.

         hair immaculate.

8.28: drive off.

         teen immediately launches into conversation about the obliterating

         effects of a brick in a washing         

         machine, seen on you tube, and other apocolyptic type disasters.

         I try and work out how many minutes there are left to drive the 35

         minute journey.

         I attempt several mentions of parents evening appointments and PE kit 

         detail. 

         get shot down several times.
         agree not to talk as I am being too stressful.
         Drive like Nigel Mansel through the cotswold country side, remembering
         to slow down for mud and
         hair pin bends.
    
8.55: Arrive, alive, on time, having driven the 35 minute journey in 27
         minutes.
         realize no one has cleaned their teeth.

9.00: Drive at a comfortable speed to where I walk the dog.
        delight in my freedom.

10.00: Arrive home, make coffee.
          wonder how many life enhancing, health inducing, career building,
          house clearing, garden over-hauling  
          things I can possibly do in the next 5 hours.
          Tidy up and do a blog post instead.

How about you?