Our 1-year old daughter usually ends up in our bed during the night, and morning usually starts with her mucking about for an hour or so before we finally give in and get up around six. My wife leaves for work at seven, while me and the girls have breakfast and get ready in our own pace. I try to let my 5- year-old daughter sleep for as long as she wants but we’re usually out the door around eight. It takes forever getting dressed, brushing teeth etc. I sometimes feel like a sheep-herder with no dog, having to round up the flock all by myself as they run every which way.
We take the big Nihola bike, both girls safely tucked away in front while I work the pedals. The bike has a cover, so I’m the only one getting wet if it rains. And it does. On the way to daycare and kindergarten, we sometimes pass a woman who looks like Killer Bob from Twin Peaks and who mumbles to herself as she walks, looking down, carefully avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk.
Having dropped off the kids, I change bikes and take my own 1-person bike to the studio. If I’m being nice to myself, I’ll grab something from a local bakery, maybe even a latté, big city snob that I am. And finally at work, I can relax.
On a good day, what’s waiting for me at the drawing board is one of my own projects. On other days, I treat myself to a blog post before getting to work. Like today.
If I’m picking up the girls, I have to leave around three. I do some shopping and cook us dinner. We play for a while or try to get other chores done, maybe a board game when the little one is in bed. I try not to open up my email until the kids are asleep. I usually fail. My wife and I try to squeeze in a little adult time, coordinating calenders, arguing about household chores or watch an episode of a good tv-series on DVD. We hardly ever make it through a whole movie. We’re normally in bed before eleven o’clock, and on a good night I get a couple of hours in before one of the kids wake us up demanding something. A few hours later, a new day starts…