Usually I hit the snooze at 7:00 AM, then feel guilty and get up anyway, forgetting to turn off the alarm clock.
I throw some kind of clothing on unless I'm already wearing some. I'm not against the idea of wearing PJs, but my husband is usually already asleep and I don't want to disturb him by turning on the light or rummaging around the pile of stuff on the floor.
I plop down in front of my computer for a few minutes and lose track of time.
I realize what time it is and start frantically waking up my sons. The daughters are already ready, one has already left for school.
Use the bathroom. Turn off alarm clock. Change into clothes I can walk to the bus stop in, if I'm not already wearing something like that.
Interrogate younger son about shoes, hoodie, backpack, etc.
Say goodbye to middle school children.
Shoo youngest son out the door.
Walk to the end of the block.
Realize we forgot something, run back into the house.
Walk to youngest son's bus stop and wait for the bus, waving at middle school children when they go by on their bus.
Watch youngest son get on bus, thank bus driver, wave at son.
Plop down in front of computer.
Get some breakfast.
Hang out on the computer until around ten AM.
Almost forgot: do some crunches.
Go back to bed to read and take a nap.
“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.” ~ John Rogers