Ever seen the movie, Nobody?

What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

It’s kind of like that, except we usually don’t forget to set out the garbage. We also don’t have bad guys chasing us. At least, not yet.

My morning starts with hearing my hubs yell, “Honey Buns!” from his bedroom.

We have separate bedrooms for the weekdays. I snore. He’s a light sleeper and a diabetic (he needs to use the bathroom a lot), My parents had separate rooms, too. Same reason, although my dad wasn’t a diabetic. He just peed a lot. 😜 I always thought it was weird when I was a kid. Now, I completely understand! I love having my own room.

We wake up at 5am. because hubs has to be at the office at 7:30. It’s a good thing I love him. I’m not a morning person.

I mosey over to his room, spend a few minutes chit chatting, kiss good morning, help him make his bed.

Then I:

• Make the coffee
• Feed our cats (Greyjoy, Jinx, and Squirrel). Hubs feeds the outdoor cat colony
• Scoop litter
• Empty the dishwasher
• Finally… coffee, ahhhh

At this point, hubs is in the shower. I do one of a few things, depending on my mood:

• Watch some morning news while enjoying said coffee
• Fiddle with one of my tablet games. I play Fishdom and Township while enjoying said coffee
• A quick 10-minute yoga routine while coffee sits on the table mocking me. I actually haven’t done yoga in a while. After my cruise (stay tuned for that story!) I got pneumonia. I’m still not feeling completely up to it, just yet.
• Write something for the blog while enjoyingsaid coffee. I guess y’all figured out what today’s choice was. 😉

By then, hubs is out of the shower. My turn! Get dressed, blow-dry hair, and see the hubs off to work.

Then my favorite part. I pour a second cup of coffee and practice my double bass for about 45 minutes until I have to log in for work.

I only started playing upright a couple of years ago. It is challenging but also rewarding.

Just before I started my double bass journey,  my brother passed. It hit me pretty hard. I started seeing a therapist.  He was okish. I’ve mentioned before that the few therapists I’ve needed over the years weren’t much help. Nothing really helped me come to terms with things until I had some creative me time. Within a month of starting this routine,  I told my doc – “Yeah, I think I’m good.” I. I haven’t felt the urge to start sessions again since.

It’s funny how that works.