My husband - "We need a new morning ritual. I'm not enjoying ours."
Me - "Remember in our first apartment when I would turn on Bloomberg News and bring you coffee in bed? You liked that ritual."
My husband - "Misty, you did it twice."
Ritual, schmitual. To my credit I do think I did it more than twice but I know the ritual didn't last long enough to be properly labelled as a ritual.
This is our ritual now:
I get up first and make a fresh fruit salad and a big pot of stone ground oatmeal. The coffee gets started and fresh orange juice squeezed. Then while the oatmeal is cooking I have a time of prayer and meditation. My husband walks into the kitchen with our sweet, sleepy-faced son just as everything is set nicely on the table and they greet me with a smile and a kiss.
1. My husband gets up early enough to take calls from his clients in NY. Early.
2. I get up when Max wakes up and we stumble to the kitchen to make coffee.
3. Max helps by smelling the coffee beans and turning the coffee pot on after I put in the grounds and water.
4. I heat up two cups in preparation for the coffee and Max eats his first breakfast, oatmeal.
5. We take Josh a cup of coffee and I sit with Max to drink mine while we read books.
6. Then I make 3 fried eggs, 3 pieces of toast and refill the coffee cups.
7. Josh and I eat our first breakfast and Max eats his second. Woohoo! Isn't that inspiring.
Today however, before my husband insulted me with the ritual conversation, I was contemplating how much better my day would go if I purposed to get up and get dressed before Max wakes up. I would actually be ready to walk out the door at any time of the day! I might even make it to some of those mommy groups and play dates that always start way too early in the morning for me. Well, that is a stretch but maybe.
Do you have morning rituals? Do any of you stay-at-home-moms or work-at-home-moms end up staying in your p.j.s way longer than you care to admit?