Every weekday.

6:00 a.m. Alarm goes off.

6:10 a.m. Take breakfast in to my sleeping teen.

6:15 a.m. Sit outside with my first cup of coffee and look up at the stars.  (Is that a satellite or a plane? What is that?)

6:30 a.m. Teen has eaten and arisen and is checking his Facebook with 10 minutes left to get ready for school.

6:40 a.m. I see my son out the backdoor, give him a quick hug and he says those words to me. “See you when I get back when you get back”.

I stand on the back porch and wave.  It’s dark outside, so I’m mostly waving at my sons shadowy outline – and it waves back.  When I can’t see him anymore I go into the house to grab another cup of coffee and watch some more news before getting ready.

7:00 a.m. Get ready myself.

I mentioned yesterday to a friend that I feel like I’m stuck in the movie ‘Groundhog Day’ lately.  And I do.  But, this morning routine I’ll keep.

This morning routine means.

6:00 a.m. I am still alive, and I have my hearing

6:10 a.m. We have food and my son is safe

6:15 a.m. Serenity

6:30 a.m. The electric and internet bill is paid

6:40 a.m. My son still hugs me, still talks to me …

7:00 a.m. Blessed to have a job to get ready for!