Changes to morning routine
Becky’s independence continues to grow. It was only a few months ago that we allowed her to take a bus on her own for the very first time. The practice quickly expanded to cover every day of the week where she did not have an after-school activity – and with her recent second retirement from figure skating, her “free” days now outnumber the ones when she has something scheduled. But we still drove her to school every morning, primarily because our limited experience in getting there via public transport produced mixed results in terms of getting to school on time.
She lobbied a bit – I guess she is hoping to meet her schoolmates en route, which would be infinitely more fun than sitting in the back of the car talking to her father, – and we resisted under pretenses that we did not want her to be late for classes if she were to wake up in the morning at her usual time. The alternative of getting up earlier is too horrific to contemplate for this young lady.
It should be noted that in the last couple of months Natasha started to occasionally relieve me of my morning chauffeuring duty. I still go to the office by 9am, even though most of my current job has to do with the people in the US, but I come back home later than I used to, and my loving wife offered me a small compensation in the form of allowing me to sleep for extra 40 minutes on some mornings.
Not that she likes to give up her extra shut-eye. Plus, it is not like Becky actually needs any help in getting ready in the morning, breakfast included. So, when I felt slightly under the weather yesterday, the next logical step was to simply tell her, “You are on your own tomorrow morning”.
Judging by when I heard the front door bang, she left good twenty minutes later this morning than she would with me or Natasha. It could be that one of us will still need to make sure that she is up and ready to go. But it already looks like my morning routine (first described in detail here) is going to become greatly simplified.
With your love for sleep, for every member of the your family, it always amazed me, how can you get up and start running in the morning, on you vacations.
My love for efficiency is stronger, brother. In a foreign destination, when the time is limited, it is entirely too wasteful to spend extra hours in bed. At home, with all the time in the world, it is not…
It would certainly sound better if I said “my love for adventure”
It would not. Love for efficiency is totally you, and there isn’t anything wrong with that.