I’m the lone morning person in a family of night owls. This makes mornings both lonely and precious. I kind of want to share the fresh new day with a loved one, but at the same time, I’m the mother of very demanding kids, so mornings are time for myself.
About 15 minutes anyway. I do my devotion and then get cracking. With a busy day ahead, I have to take advantage of the time when I could move about freely without being interrupted. It’s my chance to set myself up for a successful day. This means checking off half or more of the items on my task list.
It’s the very task list that I spend precious minutes of my work hours completing. I happen to enjoy doing it, but before I know it, the sun’s out and it’s time to get started on my chores. Cats and plants get priority.
I dispense with the easiest chores, and go over my children’s lists. They homeschool and have therapy. These already take up a huge chunk of my day. My 12th grader intends to take a gap year, so at least I don’t have to worry about college application just yet.
Once I have the kids’ schedules straightened out, I try to get some writing done. I have about half a dozen… Nay, scratch that. I have about a dozen works in progress that make sure I’m all over the place. I add a page here and there and call it good because those kids are waking up. If they catch me flatfooted with no offensive whatsoever, I’ll be defensive and on damage control for most of the day.
This is a roundabout way of saying I need to be smart with my mornings because they’re the only time I can still feel like I’m on top of things and can actually get anything done besides playing catch-up with the day’s agenda.
This Small Life 