Starting Each Day

Do you have a morning routine? My morning relies on routine, I thrive on it. Goodness only knows what I will do when I finally have children and they don't appreciate that if breakfast isn't done by 7:18am the whole morning will be thrown out of whack.

I don't really need an alarm clock, I set it anyway as a bit of a back-up, I sleep better knowing it is set. Husband is up first as his day starts earlier. He likes his alone time and having only one bathroom means it is best we stagger these things. A few minutes before my alarm is due to go off he will come in and so will the cats, normally Bambino races in and jumps on the bed, he is a big cat so you definitely notice him stomping around and then Husband will say "Bambi, tell Mum it is time to get up" and Bambi will start meowing at me until I wake up. If Bambi fails to get me up Checkers will pat me gently on the face and if I try to sleep through this she will use a single claw to hook onto my lip. This normally gets me up, one method is cuter than the other.

Checkers is waiting by my head in case I don't wake up and Bambi is leaning on me, the small bump next to me is Minnie, she is hoping we can all sleep in.

Sorry Minnie, I can't sleep in, Shovey our greyhound makes sure of that. As soon as he hears my voice he starts running laps around the house. Walk time! Gah! On go the leggings as I grumble about the cold and try to calm the cats, they live in constant fear that I will forget to feed them breakfast before I go on my walk. This has never happened, cats are Drama Queens.

Our walk is probably the nicest part of my morning. Shovey loves it and is a very happy dog. We are lucky to live in such a nice area and pass lots of neighbours, the only thing we really have to worry about is the gangs of 4073 - the Bush Turkeys! Shovey thinks it is fun to give them a bit of hurry along and I've strained my shoulder a few times stopping him.

Up the hills, down the hills, trying to burn off a bit of last nights dinner. Waiting patiently for Shovey to either sniff, wee or poop. Then we loop back around to head home for breakfast. I keep promising myself that I will take more photos of the river, the view or lovely local gardens but I don't want to be that weirdo who was taking photos of the petunias and didn't even stop her dog from pooing on the lawn of the guy with all the off the grass signs and little string fence. True story, happened to a friend of a friend of mine.