My morning routine is pretty typical. I wake up as soon as my alarm rings. I never hit snooze. I then do an hour of yoga. Once I’ve untangled myself, I then proceed to the bathroom where I recite my morning mantra in front of the mirror 50 times. It’s now onto the kitchen where I make a homemade granola while listening to This American Life. Did I mention this all happens before 6am?
Of course this is all a lie.
My real morning routine starts at 7am when I wrestle with the snooze button. Three rounds and I am usually out (of bed). I then turn the kettle on before going back to my bedroom, where I proceed to blankly stare into my wardrobe and have an existential crisis. It’s all too much, so I brush my teeth instead. Eventually I face my wardrobe again, get dressed and must decide if today I will do my hair or eat breakfast. There’s never time for both. I then recite my mantra before leaving the house, which is: Wallet, phone, keys.
My mornings are hectic, which is why I plan for lunch the night before. Today’s lunch is one of my favourites and never disappoints, it’s like an obedient boyfriend who never forgets to turn off the electric blanket. It’s the cotoletta sandwich.