I awaken to the sound of songbirds when the sun has started its climb. Downstairs, coffee is already hot thanks to the automatic timer that I set last night. I have just enough time for a few yoga stretches, some Morning Pages in my art journal, and meditative reflection before my daughter wakes up. In our PJ's she and I tend to the garden before the day gets too hot, morning dew on the grass tickling our bare feet. A hearty breakfast ensures that I have plenty of energy to complete 2 or 3 projects before lunch, and then some creative play with Maddie in the afternoon. Two well behaved dogs play in the grass, stopping every now and then for belly rubs. While Maddie naps I do laundry and prepare supper from scratch. My husband will do the dishes as I get my daughter ready for bed. Then at last I will have an hour or two in my studio alone......
Okay, you're not buying this? What gave it away? The part where I have enough time to do anything, the part where I have plenty of energy, or the part where my husband does the dishes? Actually, my husband doing the dishes is the only part that is true. The rest was fabricated in my overactive imagination. The truth goes something like this:
I open my eyes way past the time my alarm went off for the third time, a large dog two inches from my nose breathing heavily into my face in hopes that I will be inspired to stumble down the stairs to fill up his bowl. Although my coffee maker does have a timer, I never remember to set it the night before so that I can take advantage of this feature. I haven't done yoga or Morning Pages in years, and there are a stack of dusty art journals on my bookshelf, with only the first page or two with any art on them. "Meditative reflection" occurs while I'm washing my hair in the shower, an activity that should be done in privacy but is usually achieved with at least one other person and at least one dog or cat sharing the bathroom with me. Breakfast is luke warm coffee (light with cream, one sugar) while I continuously prompt my daughter to get ready for school. The garden? A tangled mess. Energy is always scarce, and my project list is way too long. My dog and the one that stands on top of me in bed in the morning (whom we are dog sitting), are marginally good listeners. My white dog Abby likes to roll in dirt after she jumps into the kiddie pool, creating a tar-and-feather effect that requires much scrubbing and yelling. My 5 year old daughter never naps, and if she does, she's awake until 2am. Even when she doesn't nap (I poke her in the ribs if I see her nodding off) her bed time is usually 9:30pm, which means I'm too exhausted to sew or work in my studio. I myself won't fall asleep until 1am, but I simply don't have the energy to get up and do something productive. So I lay there making mental to-do lists instead.
Sigh....does your day look like this too? If you are able to achieve the day in my imagination, please share your secrets.