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i'm a monster, coming to get you, mommy!
we're adjusting to a whole new routine at our house -- or, if i'm honest, we're figuring out what the new routine is and then how we're going to adjust it.

my new job requires me to start my day at 7am. that means i have to be up at 5 to have time to get ready, eat breakfast, get john up at 6, and drop him at the daycare at 6:30am when they open. (on the plus side, on fridays i am done with work at 11. so i am currently sitting on my couch listening to birds tweet and considering a nap. so the tradeoff is a good one, i think!)

what that means for our family, though, is some major adjustments. john will be waking up a full hour earlier than normal. (tho he does often wake up earlier anyway, so hopefully he will be ok!) it might actually be harder for me - i'm truly not a natural morning person, and will probably have to start going to bed earlier to have any hope of being a functioning human being at 5am.

the way i see it, we've got a good five months or so to get into this new routine before the new baby comes and we have to figure out what routine means all over again! and of course that's assuming that life doesn't have any other changes in store for us between now and then.

but you know what? it's all in the name of growth, and that's pretty awesome. 

and if john keeps waking up like in that picture up top, i don't think we'll mind mornings at all. i walked into his room, gently shook him away, and while his eyes were still closed he said with a smile, "i awake, mommy! that thunderstorm woke me up. but it's morning. can we go to school?"

i'm sure that won't be the norm, but it made my short friday start out with a grin.

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