Angel and I get up early most mornings. With a 40 minute commute and ourselves pules two kids to get ready it takes a while to get out the door. I usually don't have too many problems getting up around 6:00 am as my sleep schedule has been go to bed at 12:00 am and get up at 6:00 am since I was in high school. It doesn't mean that I am running on all cylinders, but I get generally get myself out the door with Angel and the kids in tow at 7:10.
Despite the occasional lack of sleep my mornings tends to be the most productive time for me. In college I scheduled as many of my classes that I could between 8:00 and noon. Afternoons is when my body starts to slow and at 2:30 is when I generally need something to pep me up. I've learned that working out helps me stay alert. This is even true for my weekends. I get the most done between 8:00 and lunch, be it house work, or yard work. Afternoons are when I play games with Angel or the kids. I've recently taught Kanga and Tigger Uno. A bit ambitious when the box says ages 7 and up, but if they do well. Evenings are for reading, playing the piano, maybe watching a film or a show (off DVD since we don't have a signal). When I have classes I usually do that at night after everyone is asleep.
As a teenager, we rose early so Dad could catch the bus on weekdays. Saturday breakfast was served no later than 9:00 so you were dressed and ready by then (for the most part) if you wanted to eat. Sundays had church at varying times, so you never knew when you would be getting up. I never understood how friends of mine could sleep in to noon or even later. If I wasn't out of bed by 10:00 it felt like my body could not physically lie there anymore and would throw itself out. Sleeping in for me is anytime after 7:30.
We had church a little later than normal - it was stake conference - and so Angel and I were enjoying some extra time in bed when we heard the kids up and about. We've trained them well. While I have to get them out of bed at 6:30 on weekdays, they are generally up by 7:00 on the weekends. This means that we sleep in at our own risk. We could hear them running around. Normally they will grab a yogurt to eat and then play, but today they were all over the place. At one point we even though we heard the chest freezer in the basement open and close. I finally rolled out of bed and was coming out of our bathroom when I saw Kanga carrying a small bedside table into our room. I looked at her funny and she said, "We made Mommy breakfast in bed." Sure enough after setting the table next to our bed she pulled in one of our breakfast trays with a bowl of cereal (about 1/4 cup with a few drops of milk), a tortilla and some tortilla chips, a small boxed milk, a set of pop tarts, and a Popsicle. We were both very surprised. Angel pulled the tray up and started eating her breakfast in bed, just like the kids wanted. It wasn't bad, although the kids asked if they could eat the tortilla. I can't say that I'm against them showing this kind of initiative.
Despite the occasional lack of sleep my mornings tends to be the most productive time for me. In college I scheduled as many of my classes that I could between 8:00 and noon. Afternoons is when my body starts to slow and at 2:30 is when I generally need something to pep me up. I've learned that working out helps me stay alert. This is even true for my weekends. I get the most done between 8:00 and lunch, be it house work, or yard work. Afternoons are when I play games with Angel or the kids. I've recently taught Kanga and Tigger Uno. A bit ambitious when the box says ages 7 and up, but if they do well. Evenings are for reading, playing the piano, maybe watching a film or a show (off DVD since we don't have a signal). When I have classes I usually do that at night after everyone is asleep.
As a teenager, we rose early so Dad could catch the bus on weekdays. Saturday breakfast was served no later than 9:00 so you were dressed and ready by then (for the most part) if you wanted to eat. Sundays had church at varying times, so you never knew when you would be getting up. I never understood how friends of mine could sleep in to noon or even later. If I wasn't out of bed by 10:00 it felt like my body could not physically lie there anymore and would throw itself out. Sleeping in for me is anytime after 7:30.
We had church a little later than normal - it was stake conference - and so Angel and I were enjoying some extra time in bed when we heard the kids up and about. We've trained them well. While I have to get them out of bed at 6:30 on weekdays, they are generally up by 7:00 on the weekends. This means that we sleep in at our own risk. We could hear them running around. Normally they will grab a yogurt to eat and then play, but today they were all over the place. At one point we even though we heard the chest freezer in the basement open and close. I finally rolled out of bed and was coming out of our bathroom when I saw Kanga carrying a small bedside table into our room. I looked at her funny and she said, "We made Mommy breakfast in bed." Sure enough after setting the table next to our bed she pulled in one of our breakfast trays with a bowl of cereal (about 1/4 cup with a few drops of milk), a tortilla and some tortilla chips, a small boxed milk, a set of pop tarts, and a Popsicle. We were both very surprised. Angel pulled the tray up and started eating her breakfast in bed, just like the kids wanted. It wasn't bad, although the kids asked if they could eat the tortilla. I can't say that I'm against them showing this kind of initiative.
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