I’m always the last one to get up out of bed.
First my 2 yr old flicks on our light. He’s in the bed next to ours, terrible habit- but I kind of love everyone sleeping upstairs, all cozy and pioneer-like.
My husband is an over acheiver in the mornings. He makes a great silent fit if I’m not up to snuff with my morning chores. The dirty dishes in the sink clang loudly as a reminder that I should’ve done them the night before instead of watching that final episode of The Walking Dead or Downton Abbey.
Get them dressed, fed, make lunches, feed the dogs, brush teeth, get myself dressed, rainboots, jackets, backpacks ready? It’s more of a frenzy than a morning dance.