As a family we have a certain way of navigating through each day of the week. Obviously there are marked differences between what we refer to as “school days” (meaning an impressive coordination of school, kinder, day care and work), and weekends or holidays.
Both kids came into the bedroom this morning to find me still in bed between 6:30am and 7am. So they jumped in for cuddles and we had a chat about what was on the cards for the rest of the day. I handed them the iPad and told them to relax while I have a shower and get ready for work. We hit the kitchen for breakfast around 8am and on the way there I told them today was going to be lovely so find something fun and summery to wear. They both emerged from their bedrooms in attire that would get them through the day and meandered their way through breakfast while I brewed a pot of coffee. Much to their delight, lunch boxes were simplified and canteen orders were written. It was one of the menu days they love but don’t usually get to have because I prefer to prepare their food. One of them looked at the clock and realised it was almost time to leave the house so they both quickened their pace, finished getting themselves ready and their bags packed. Somewhere in between that moment and arriving at work the necessary tasks were completed. I managed to find a pair of sneakers that had been missing since last night. The cat was set up with food and water for a warm day outside. I packed a bag so I could go straight to a boxing class from work. The day care drop off was seamless albeit late and I arrived at work in good time.
Normally I would have gotten myself ready for work, made breakfasts and lunches, and packed bags before the kids rolled out of their delightful slumbers. There are things I like to get done in the morning so when we get home at the end of the day the ‘dinner – bath – homework – bed’ routine runs smoothly for the kids. There is often a bit of chasing, random hugs, chaos, last minute requests, giggles, reminding, reminding, reminding… and all executed at an effective pace.
But not today. And here’s why.
I found myself in my pyjamas at the kitchen table with the curtains closed, a light on and silence all around me. There was a mug, a bottle of milk, a box of dried biscuits, a tub of butter, an empty zip lock sandwich bag and me. I started making assumptions about how I got there. Notions of sleep walking came and went but didn’t stick. I had disjointed recollections of being pinned to the deck of an old wooden pirate ship and being drenched by waves rolling over me in a torrential storm. I even toyed with the idea that I might be the butt of someone’s joke and I would find myself on YouTube! But there was a distinct taste in my mouth that raised red flag number one. I lent back in the chair and felt the back of my shirt was wet which raised red flag number two. Red flag number three flew up when I looked over to the display on the microwave and it read 1:56am.
Suddenly I felt it was too much to process. I quickly packed up the mess on the kitchen table, checked on the kids, switched the light off and headed for the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled through the history on my blood glucose metre to find this…
I put the meter away and lied down; cold skin and a fuzzy head.
Overwhelming thoughts and feelings washed over me. It was amazing that sometimes I have an autopilot mechanism which activates to treat a hypo in the middle of the night.
Next thing I knew the kids jumped on me for a cuddle and we started our day.
But simple, no frills and in survival mode.
And nothing that couldn’t be helped along by a hot shower, two codeine, a strong coffee and skipping breakfast.
My kids love mornings like this; out of routine, a bit special and relaxed.
And I have decided to keep it that way.