What is your morning routine?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I am an absolutely horrible morning person. I don’t set the alarm, but I do wake up precisely 1 hour before I have to get to work.

8 AM: Blearily crawl out of bed.
Feed my betta & his catfish friend in the spare room.
Go pee.
Brush my teeth. This opens my eyes a bit.
Take a shower. Between 3 to 7 minutes, almost never more.
Come out in a towel, put in contacts.
Find clothes.
Get dressed.
Comb hair, put gel in.
Decide if I am going to wear any jewelry, put said jewelry on.
Go downstairs.
Pop English muffin into the toaster.
Feed turtles downstairs.
Wash hands.
Pack a lunch out of leftovers or whatever I can scrape together.
Butter muffin with yogurt butter.
Eat muffin.
8:35 to 8:40 - Grab stuff, and head out the door.

And this is the same almost every day.

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6:00am alarm goes off
Doze for a bit
Stumble out of bed
Shower (if I didn’t the night before),
Dress, deoderant, perfume
Go grab my coffee and my lunch, pull on my steel toes.
If I have a few minutes, sit and watch the news

6:35am Leave house
6:40am catch the bus
7:40am (or thereabouts, depending on traffic and connections) arrive at work
Punch in
Start checking email and sorting out any paperwork dropped on my desk.

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Oh, I forgot to add: Summers in Rangoon. And we’d make meat helmets.

24

5-6:30: wake up prematurely in summer-- grab laptop on the way to the can, check e-mail and front page news, see if I’ve been killed yet in pirate mafia game.

Crawl back into bed, with computer if semi-awake, hide in bed if not.

6:30: clock radio goes off, husband sort of wakes up. Either listen to annoying CBC wanker and classical music, or local university radio station, which on whatever day will either be BBC world service news or WTF style college-radio “what happens if I play THESE three old albums at the same time? Art!”

Get up, uncover parrot. Sit down next to cage and scratch his head and neck for 5 minutes or so because it is demanded. Stick his perches up in the adjacent window so he can glare at seagulls and screech at passersby. Feed parrot.

Meanwhile husband has probably started working on making coffee and breakfast (kitchen in morning is generally his domain-- he gives a damn about cooked breakfasts so it’s his problem. Probably waffles or toads in holes).

If breakfast involves egg, give a bit to the parrot so he stops whining about it.

Remember to eat various pills.

Continue to browse usual websites sitting on couch. Running parallel-play commentary on various news and websites with husband as he browses online on the other machine.

Realize I shouldn’t respond to student e-mail until AFTER drinking coffee. Drafts of responses edited down from ‘are you that fucking stupid?’ tone to probably excessively empathetic and mellow. Think about getting to work.

If school year, panic about today’s lecture powerpoint and notes. Start scurrying about in books and files.

If summer, have existential/ career crisis about what to work on today to improve cv to try to get real job next year, and open either document optimistically titled ‘“book”.doc’ (with scary quotes) in folder ‘damned thing,’ or another document with the nascent traces of an article that doesn’t yet have anything like a point.

8:50-9:10. Take a break to help husband find keys, wallet, bike helmet, bike gloves, etc.

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I have no idea why I’m so interested in threads like this one. For some reason I really enjoy reading about other people’s boring routines. Weird. Anyway, here’s my list:

5:50am - Alarm goes off
Around 6am - Stumble into bathroom for usual morning stuff
6:20 - Out of bathroom, put on deodorant, clothes, say hi to cat #1
6:30 - Brush teeth, comb hair
6:35 - Walk to living room to put on shoes, avoid killing myself as cat #2 tries to trip me
6:45 - into car, turn on NPR, drive to work
7:30 - Arrive at work, buy coffee, smoke
7:45ish - start work

This is the same every Monday thru Friday. Weekends I get up around 7:30 or 8.

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Get up
Dress the first: Jeans or shorts, T-shirt, baseball cap
Walk dogs, not far or long, about 20 minutes, long enough for them to sniff around and do their bidness
Home, feed and water dogs, feed fish
Put in contacts
Dress the second: workout shorts and sports bra
30 minutes on the treadmill, watching morning news on TV
Shower
Brush teeth
Moisturize face
Mousse and dry hair
Dress the third: Work clothes (business casual most days)
Put on makeup
Put on jewelry
Grab bag (packed the night before) with lunch and work stuff; add book to it
Corral dogs in kitchen, give them chew toys
Out the door

I’m usually up at 7 and I’m always to work by 9. I am not a morning person and I can’t get up before 7; I’ll skip the treadmill if I have an early meeting rather than get up before 7. I don’t use an alarm and I don’t “snooze,” but my clock is set 10 minutes fast.

27

Pretty much this. Only without the eggs.

28

I get up sometime between 5am and 7:30 am, depending on how tired I am. After rolling out of bed, I:

  • head downstairs and put on my “pig pants” (just some old ratty jeans) and wellingtons
  • walk down to the barn
  • sneak over the gate so I can close the door to the stock room before our 4 pigs get outside
  • start filling the pigs waterer
  • mix up their feed
  • check their mudhole for sufficient mud, if low, let the hose run in there for a while
  • dump the feed in the trough, then open the stock room door and get the hell out of the way
  • head back to the house, clean myself up, and head to work
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7:00 AM - Alarm goes off. Get up.
7:00 - 7:20 - Morning pit stop, shower, and a shave.
7:20 - 7:30 - Get dressed
7:30 - 7:50 - Morning chores (take out the trash, scoop cat box, surf the interweb if there’s time)
7:50 - Leave for work

I’m so predictable.

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9:30, 10:00, or 10:30 - Wake up, bathroom, eat breakfast
between 11:30 and noon - Shower, get dressed
between noon and 12:30 - make and pack lunch (to be eaten at about 5:00 PM)
If I have errands to run: 12:30 - leave to run errands
If I don’t have errands to run: 1:00 PM - leave for work.
1:30 - get to work and say ‘Another day, another couple of bucks’ to the first person to ask ‘What’s up?’

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6:30 Alarm goes off (I don’t need it, but its a routine)
6:30 - 6:40 Shower, shave, contact lenses, after shave balm, deoderant
6:40 Wake up Lilly if she’s with me
6:45 Breakfast (bowl of cereal, glass of OJ or maybe some left over pancakes) Have local news on TV so I can check weather, traffic
7:00 Hurry Lilly along - she’s a dawdler Start to get dressed
7:15 Collect brief case, lunch (packed the night before), gym bag (packed the night before), and Lilly (she’s not packed the night before)

In care - listen to NPR

7:45 Drop Lilly off at school (if during school year) or her mother’s house (point of contention - she won’t meet me halfway)

8:10 or so Get to work, go to cafeteria and buy large cup of ice and a diet Dr. Pepper (not a coffee drinker)

8:15 or so Fire up the computer and away we go

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At 7:00, the alarm goes off. I pretend I didn’t hear it for about five minutes or so, and then crawl out of bed and sort of slump to the floor bleary-eyed.

Breakfast in the kitchen, reading the Globe and Mail in my pajamas, and then I go back upstairs. Get dressed, throw things together (books, cellphone, wallet), fight a losing battle with my hair, brush teeth and wash face and put on makeup, find shoes, and head out the door by 8:00.

8:08 or 8:18, I catch the bus south on Avenue Road; I usually pick up a copy of the Toronto Star and read it on the way, or crack open a library book. I transfer to the second bus going south on Avenue by 8:30, fill out the crossword and bravely attempt the Sudoku (and fail miserably), and get off at Queen’s Park. Classes start at 9:00 or 10:00; I pick up a hot chocolate (or cider, or chai tea) on the way, and slide into my seat just in time.

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5:30 - 6 - Baby starts waking up. I still don’t know why I set my alarm for 6:30, since he only sleeps past 6 if he’s completely exhausted.
6:15 - Change baby, give baby first bottle. Start breakfast, coffee.
6:30 - Wake up husband by tossing baby on his chest. Take shower.
7:00 - Wander out to kitchen, eat breakfast, get baby dressed. Play with baby for a while.
7:40 - Put diaper bag together for baby’s day care, pack lunch, pour coffee into travel mug, take stuff down to car
7:50 - Start pushing husband out the door and getting baby ready to leave (usually involves me chasing him around trying to put his socks on)
8:00 - Leave
8:10 - Get to day care, drop baby off
8:30 - Leave day care for work
9:00 - Get to work, flash badge a couple of times, get to cube then off to the first meeting of the day

34

Socks on baby or socks on hubbie? :smiley: Mind you, both can be equally difficult.

35

Snort Both, actually. Some days I feel I need to work out much, much more just to wrangle both into their clothes. :wink:

36

The alarm is set for 10. I may or may not actually get up before then.

Followed by morning getting up stuff. Then breakfast.

Surf the internet.

If I’m getting a lift to work, I’ll set off at 11.30. If not, I’ll head for the bus at about 1045.

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For the next few work days:

Alarm at 5:20
Snooze until no later than 5:35
Get breakfast and surf the internet and the Dope
Around 6:20, get dressed, being careful not to wake up husband
Around 6:30, kiss husband goodbye (sometimes, he even remembers saying goodbye to me)
Pack lunch and leave house by 6:45
Arrive at work anywhere between 7:15 and 7:45 (the Parkway’s a crap shoot)
Get self together and set up for the day before the children arrive by 8:25

After the next few workdays, and until mid-August:

No alarm
Breakfast/Lunch and surfing internet until I wake up
Then, whatever the heck I want to do

38

Our alarm is set for 7am, which I maintain means that I technically rise at seven and that it’s just a very drawn-out, stop-motion process. His Filthy Tory Plutocracy gropes blindly for the shower at 7.30, and I spend another nine minutes dreaming I am in a carpet advert, which is the effect Classical FM tends to have upon my hindbrain.

Since I am a wildly indulgent snoozer and an evening-shower person (Why take your filth to bed?), my morning ablutions consist of filling the sink with water and immersing my head, trying not to put both of my contact lenses into the same eye, an approximate swipe of deodorant and stabbing up my hair with a couple of pens. Occasionally, I incorporate clothes.

I leave the house at eight and Himself drives me to town, where I catch the perennially delayed 8.24 Glasgow Central service, taking just enough time to depress myself thoroughly over the Metro letters page. I used to catch the circular bus service to work, but I was forever thirty minutes early and, since there’s a Homebase across the road, arriving at my desk with my distraction of houseplants and cut-price letter holders. These days I walk the three miles in; infinitely better for my waistline, wallet, and colleagues’ perception of my impulse control.

39

May I just add that if the mafia put out a hit on any of you guys you’d be dead in about a day.

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Heh. Mine’s a little backwards as well. Literal morning, we’ll start at 4:45 just to make some sense.

4:45 - finish up some paperwork
5:00 - set out food for morning guests
5:45 - welcome friendly co-worker
6:00 - sit down, work on paperwork
6:25 - grab the USA Today and read some of it
7:00 - leave work and drive home
7:10 - get home
7:20 - fall asleep (most days - I’m on break this week)
9:20 - get up
9:30 - shower
9:45 - leave for the college
10:00 - 4:00pm - college (most days) then sleep

My morning…
9:00pm - wake up
9:30pm - pick up dinner or make something
10:00pm - go to Mrs. Smalls work to eat together
10:45pm - go to work…
11:00pm - watch television until I have to do something.

Brendon Small