As I've grown up, my mornings have always been really important to me. If I have a bad morning, chances are the rest of my day isn't going to go too well, either. As my routines change, so do my morning rituals. At school, for example, I would always try to wake up at least an hour and a half, or two hours before class so I could make myself breakfast, enjoy a cup of coffee, and take my time getting situated for the rest of the day.
Right now my morning weekday ritual involves the following:
Coffee, Oatmeal with peanut butter and granola, and today some blueberries. This is accompanied by a little book reading as I wait for my coworker friend Melina to arrive at my house for our daily carpool.
Right now my morning weekday ritual involves the following:
Coffee, Oatmeal with peanut butter and granola, and today some blueberries. This is accompanied by a little book reading as I wait for my coworker friend Melina to arrive at my house for our daily carpool.
All the while, I must entertain these two creatures in order to prevent them from eating my breakfast if I need to walk away for a second. I am able to prevent this about 50% of the time.
ps. I hate that dog toy so much. It has these pointy bumps on it so Mickey tries to play tug of war with it and it hurts. And it weights like 5 pounds so he always drops it, and often he drops it on my foot. I avoid it at all costs, but it's also his favorite.
