Mornings have never been my favourite time of the day. I envy the people who wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take on the day. I never wake up feeling rested, paired with morning stiffness I can only describe as feeling like rigor mortis has began to set in. Getting started for the day is tough. Here’s how a typical morning in our house goes.
Our very own human alarm clock
Any family with young children know that the concept of a long lie is lost on them, it is in our house anyway. Normally the Alex will wake up anytime between 6:30 to 7am. He’s ready to get the day started, whereas my brain and body is begging for more sleep. Thankfully he will come into our bed, watch tv or play on the cbeebies app. Which gives me the chance to snooze a little longer or the time to come to terms with the fact that I have to get him to nursery, I can tell you in all honesty that this thought fills me with dread most of the time.
The joy of fibromyalgia is that it is unpredictable. I can’t predict how difficult or easy every day tasks are going to be until I attempt them that day.
Once David has had his shower and gets ready for work, he helps me get out of bed. Due to the rigor mortis like stiffness, getting out of bed unaided is something in the past. It breaks my heart that Alex has started to try and help his daddy get mummy up in the morning. David gets Alex dressed, gives him is breakfast, whilst I attempt to get dressed. Normally I am can do this on my own, but there are times that I need help with that too.
It’s all down hill from here
Generally it can take me a few hours for my body to feel up to do anything, now that Alex is at nursery every morning I don’t have that luxury. David will normally let me sit, make me my breakfast so I have a short time to psyche myself for the walk to nursery and back again.
The nursery isn’t too far from where we live. I’m normally out the house for about 30 minutes by the time we walk down, chat to some of the teachers and parents. The walk can be a bit challenging. We have to walk down a steepish hill, which is fine at the moment but I can imagine will be treacherous when its icy. By the time I walk back up from the drop off I’m exhausted. Sweaty and in need of a cup of tea and rest.
Some ME time
The amount of time I need to rest varies. There are days where I have to spend the whole time I’m home recovering from the walk. All I can manage to do is sit on the sofa, or lie on my bed. Watching youtube or Netflix. Get some writing done using my WordPress app on my trusty iPhone.
On the days where I am feeling a little more energetic I’ll get some household chores done or meal prep for that nights dinner.
The time flies by
All too quickly the time I have at home seems to fly by. Before I know it I have to leave to pick Alex up. Once again I’ll make my way down to the school, taking my time to walk there and back. When we get home Alex and I will eat lunch together. The afternoon is free for him to play, me to rest if I need to or do some planned activities.
Let me know in the comments, what a typical morning is like in your home/
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