I find comfort in routines. I enjoy knowing what will happen next in my day. On the days that I am just completely zonked, I like being able to just ride the flow of my routines and know that thinking really isn’t required. Morning routines are especially important in our family. On a good day, we have two yoga practices to accomplish, a Walter to get to school, an Alex to get to work and a mommy and Ella to get back home before Ella just can’t deal with the car one minute more. Before Ella was born the routine had been honed to a fine art of perfection.
My alarm goes off at 5 a.m. I jump out of bed (jumping is quite a helpful tactic that early in the morning to assure that you don’t just roll over and go back to sleep!), get dressed and bike to the yoga studio. I practice between 6-7:30 a.m. and then about 7:35 a.m. Alex and Walter would show up in the car and Alex and I would swap. He would start his practice and Walter and I would either head to take him to school or home to begin our day. Alex finishes practice around 9ish and bikes to work to begin his day around 10 a.m.
There are two things that have thrown a wrench into this perfectly orchestrated dance: Ella and Alex’s early morning meetings. Ella does not like the car nor does she like to drink from a bottle. Both of these cause large problems when trying to get everyone out the door in the morning. Alex is working with a team in London and because of lovely time changes, the best time for them to meet is 9 a.m. – double yuck! Between the two of these, we are having a really hard time of settling into a routine which is driving me a wee bit crazy.
We keep trying new things (switching off practice days, me practicing at home, different feeding times and ways to convince Ella that bottles aren’t the end of the world), but nothing really seems to be taking hold and working. Logically, I know that eventually this all will pass, but right now it is hard to be constantly trying to change things and make something else work. In the chaos that is having a newborn, I long for the routines of life before. I miss being able to schedule something and know that I could get there on time. I miss the simple ability of getting in the car and going somewhere without bracing myself for the continual crying that is sure to occur.
When all these thought begin to overwhelm me, Ella will just start smiling at me and chatting in her little baby way (also referred to as dispensing the baby crack in our household) and I will find myself smiling back and the horribleness is held at bay for just a bit longer.