Morning Routines of Regular Moms



First of all, thank you to 4boysmother Facebook fan Jennifer Hoen Dotson for making sure I saw this Forbes article,  knowing I would have some sarcastic lovely words to put together in response to, well, the pure insanity.  Now onto the "The Morning Routines of 12 Women Leaders." What in the actual EFF is this?  Has being just an average regular mom for the last 16 years  left me somewhere underneath the rock of success and womanly leadership? Nope. That’s not it. Because I believe the average (and let’s just make sure to highlight average) SAHM or working mom can in no way honestly and genuinely relate to some of these morning routines. And really, why should they? What is the big deal about a successful person’s morning routine anyway? We are all doing the best we can. Can we just stop giving props to unattainable and unrealistic expectations?  Chances are we already feel inadequate enough about what and who we feel we are failing, so please don’t make another deposit into the guilt bank. Forbes, what is real female success? Well, I consider myself pretty darn successful (at least in my family’s eyes, and truly, who else matters) but my mornings look nothing like this. Nada. No way, no how. Now don’t get me wrong, because some mornings I totally kill it mom wise. There are hot balanced and healthy breakfasts, perfectly packed lunches, no lost shoes, keys, or homework. There are calm voices and peace and harmony in the pre-dawn hours. But in reality, that is not our normal morning routine. That is an anomaly.  As a matter of fact, when the morning routine is actually going smoothly, I get a sense of, “Why is everyone quiet? When is the morning meltdown bomb going to go off?”  And then I sit and wait for it. Tick. Tick. Tick. BOOM goes the chaos. Anyway,  thank you Forbes, for teaching me that to be an ‘extraordinary woman”  I should “adhere to a strict routine.” Hey, nothing against these women. Clearly, they are a success in their own right.  They have big careers and they strive to be the best, including the best in the morning. Me? Yep. I am sooo on that right now because really, I’m just like them. Aren’t you?

Let’s compare….


Superfood Stacey 
She rises at 4:45 butt crack o’clock, then eats hot quinoa and does  an hour “or so” of ashtanga yoga. What. In. Sam. Hell. is ashtanga yoga? Even on those mornings I can’t friggin sleep anyway choose to get up early and run before the kids get up, it is ugly. Ugly, as in, I am swearing while I am lacing up my shoes, I swear while tripping over legos on my way to kitchen, I swear while preparing my hot quinoa coffee, I swear all the way down the damn road. Peaceful yoga? I wish. Stacey then serves her kiddos green milk (don’t ask, but it involves steamed baby spinach and coconuts) while she gets dressed. My kids wolf down breakfast in 47 seconds, hence forcing me to get dressed in the same amount of time- so really, I just don’t.  Good thing black yoga pants double as pajamas, day wear, afternoon wear, and easily transition back into evening wear pajamas again. Forget the 24 hour bra, let’s thank the 24 hour pant that will never, ever, actually see a yoga mat. 

Meet Leslie, the “CFO.” 
God bless Leslie, who wakes up and immediately expresses in prayer how thankful she is to have woken up that day. Ok, I can’t fault her for that. And shame on me for not having the same exact thoughtful feeling every morning, but I just don’t. Mostly, my eyes pop open and my first thought is, “NO WAY it is morning. I felt like I slept five minutes,” followed with “Holy crap they are up. And they are hungry.” During her morning routine, Leslie writes two "networking notes, a follow up note, and a new connection note."  Hey me too! I write a note to the high school begging them to please give my kids lunch today, even though I am $50 in the hole with their lunch accounts (note to self, add $) then I network and make connections with, you guessed it, the meat manager at the grocery store, my UPS man, and friends on Facebook who I have not seen in person for 20 years. I am a networking ninja. 

Nell, the name dropper. 
Our next super successful morning ass kicker is a TV writer, currently working on the film adaptation of the book “Lean In.”  You heard that right, now let it marinate.  So Nell rolls out of bed and slides on some “John Eshaya" sweatpants. I had to Google those, to see why someone would refer to sweatpants by their designer name, and got a quick fashionista education in all things fleece. Turns out, when you pay $116 for sweats, I guess you feel you gotta let everyone know. Nell then makes herself some “fair trade” coffee and eats a “Zen Bakery” muffin. It’s vegan, just in case you were wondering. On Thursday mornings,  she makes homemade crepes and customizes them for each family member, with fresh toasted pecans. Fresh. Toasted. Pecans. Then it is on to the exercise machine, which is the "only place" she watches TV. (Oh hell no Nell, not the treadmill TV! Can't you just lay down for three days straight and binge watch Pretty Little Liars with me, please?) After maybe 80 minutes of cardio TV, it's off to a coffee shop to write. How lovely. (I am currently hiding in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat writing this.) 

Claudia, has no kids. And this would explain why her morning routine includes deep meditation, and writing down in detail all that she will accomplish that day, as well as “miracles to expect,” and the “attitude I will lead with.” Oh sweetie pie, my dear Claudia, brace yourself for babies hunny, when the only miracle you will expect for the day is not having poop shoot out the back of a diaper, and the attitude you will lead with will be the '360 degree head turning screaming mama, veins popping out of her unwashed head, shoving everyone out the door in the morning' mama.  No worries, you won't need a life coach to get you to that head spinning point.  I promise, like crap up and out the back of a diaper, it will all come out naturally. 




In all seriousness, cheers to these working women kicking ass at the start of their day. I mean honestly, kudos to you if you can embrace your morning like this. Women who work full time and have children are insanely strong, there is no denying that. But for me, the problem with the Forbes article is all in its tone. It glamorizes and sanitizes the day to day morning routines we all struggle with. If I worked full time and read this article, I would be beyond annoyed and disappointed with myself. But working or staying home,  this is not how things go everyday. This may be how some days are, but honestly, this is not how I would want all my mornings to be. Maybe it’s just my family,  but we thrive in the chaos. Sure, it gets me down, it is mind numbingly exhausting, but I am doing the best I can with the day that God lays before me. Our family morning routine may include moments with plenty of bickering, nothing in the pantry to eat for breakfast, no amazing workouts, meditative reflections, or spiritual journal writing and task listing.  But we try to laugh a lot, and amidst the hectic minutes, I try to breath and process that this too shall pass. I may not get to drink hot coffee today, but dammit, according to every Grandma I have ever met, when the kids all leave the nest, I will be drinking all the hot coffee I want, then crying that I am alone. (Still don’t believe this, but I’m trying.) So when you see me in the morning, in my 24 hour yoga pants, and I see you wearing the same, I am gonna give you the “My morning sucked too” head nod, and then we are gonna go our separate ways, hoping we do it better tomorrow morning. And if not, whatever,  the pants can do 48 hours. Trust me. I’ve done it.

5 comments:

Cali Family said...

Nicely done! Thank you for a wonderful take on being a perfectly "average" mom. Getting my boys out of the house every morning by 7:15 is no easy task!! I am eye rolling with you and I can't wait to put on my yoga pants evening wear as soon as I get home every day!

Julie Workman said...

(nods head) yep, yep, I feel ya! On those RARE mornings when my 3 hoodlums get up without prompting, fix their own breakfasts, feed the dog, pack their own lunches...Oh who am I kidding?! That NEVER HAPPPENS.

I hit snooze until the dog sticks his cold nose under the covers. I flip lights on and loudly shout for the boys to get up. I pretend to power walk, but really, the dog is just hauling me around the neighborhood in search of the perfect poop spot.

I get home and power-shower, decide eyeliner and mascara is good enough, put together a not-too-embarassing outfit for work, and yell at the boys. Again.

I weigh the cost of me packing lunches and listening to whining vs. the cost of throwing a few bucks at them so the lunch lady can her the whining. Lunch lady usually wins.

My oldest heats up some microwave mini-pancakes (thanks Target!) for all, and it's quiet for about 6 seconds. Until someone looks at someone. Or someone else decides his shoes are missing before he even looks for them. And I yell. Again.

Then dad comes downstairs and yells. For them to listen to me yelling. Then he leaves. And I yell again. We manage to get out the door mostly on time every day, but sheesh! Being exhausted before my work day starts just sucks sideways.

I know when I take a few moments to open my bible app for the verse of the day and say a quick prayer, my days go better. Usually. I think the Lord feels like I can handle an awful lot though!

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the best laugh I had all day!

Chris Dean said...

THIS is why I love ya, lady! You're totally reality based!

Barn Owl Primitives said...

LOVE your article and your sense of humor! I can relate to, well, all of it. especially the yoga pants.
xo - kristi @ barn owl primitives