I woke up this morning and started working on a project for the office. And then the kids woke up. Before I knew it, the day had begun and I hadn’t done anything I wanted to do when I first got out of bed, like this blog, or the dishes, or exercise.
It would be nice to have a set routine in the morning, but it always crashes against the messiness of reality when I wake up.
Waking up earlier to get more time isn’t the answer. Even though that’s not a problem for me as a morning person, an early rise means an early sleep the next night, which really leaves my wife high and dry with two children running around.
Neither is caffeine, since that is just living on borrowed time, which I pay back with long naps on the weekend, abandoning my family again.
So it goes back to tradeoffs. What good things am I willing to sacrifice so I can do better things? It constantly returns to being an absolute hawk over my time, especially the alone time in the early morning and at the office.