To hear Laurel explain this routine makes Ching and I sound like absolute slugs.

Ching and I have a lazy, horrible habit that has gone on every weekend since Laurel was born.  I wish I could say it is sordid and dirty but again..just kind of lazy.

Before becoming parents, Ching and I loved a lazy weekend morning..sleep late, good coffee and breakfast, etc. But by 11:00, we got stuff done.  (In the name of holy crap on a cracker, that seems like a lifetime ago.)

During the weekend, we split who gets up in the morning with the girls.  Rachel usually gives us a break and will get up around 7:30..but not Laurel, she will always get up at 6:45..7:00 the absolute latest.  So on Saturdays, I will get up at 7:00 (or when Laurel demands breakfast) while Ching will sleep until 9:00.  But here is where is gets really bad..When Ching gets up at 9:00.. (small voice), I will go back to bed until 11:00.  And on Sunday, the opposite routine happens.  Granted this method doesn't really work with tennis, dance, math and that music class with the bohemian singing weirdo that Rachel favors..but this routine will start in the summer when there are very few classes to attend. (To hear Laurel explain this routine makes Ching and I sound like absolute slugs.)

It is also amusing what happens during the two hours when I get up first as opposed to Ching.  If I get up first, by the time it is 9:00, the girls are dressed, fed, groomed (you know, teeth and hair)..and honestly probably on their first snack of the day.  When Ching gets up first...a lot of this doesn't happen and usually I say something like "You gave her chips for breakfast?"

I should stop going back to bed..while I am not a morning person (just ask Laurel), it seems that this time of day is my wheelhouse.  I kind of own it--things get done.  Just going back to bed and sleeping just makes me tired and freaked out.  (Usually I have a really weird dream like not being able to find my shorts in the locker room when spinning is going to start in two minutes..tick, tick, tick!! I look in every locker, every stall..nothing..)

I know I could get so much more done..while I would pledge to not going back to bed next Saturday, I would also be pledging it by drinking a glass of wine. (Yeah, I know..)