Waking up to Folgers in Your Cup

On www.mentalfloss.com, an interesting article sparked my mind and I decided to try my hand at some interesting college essay questions. For the full article, please see here: http://blogs.static.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/37041.html.

The first one I feel like taking on is, "Please describe a daily routine or tradition of yours that may seem ordinary to others but holds special meaning for you. Why is this practice significant to you? (Barnard, 2009)."

So, here goes.

My daily morning routine is boring and fairly consistent. I push the snooze button multiple times. No one quite knows the joy I felt the day I discovered the snooze button and the wonders if offers. So, after I finally stop snoozing, I get up and picked out underwear. This is mostly a grab a pair of underwear in the dark from the top drawer of my dresser. It's a surprise each morning, but I never know what I'm going to get. Sometimes it feels like this random choice can break or make your day.

Then, I head off to the shower. Sometimes I pet puppies along the way and sometimes they don't care to leave their slumbers to greet me. I shower. I have lost a routine in the shower, I used to exercise my calf muscles when I was in high school and showering before school. I do believe those exercises paid off as I had some fabulous calves. I should re-pick up this tradition.

After the shower, I attempt to figure out what to wear. This is not an easy task. Half my clothes are in the dirty laundry, some don't fit, some I just plain don't like. So, I finally get dressed, then brush my teeth. Then I get my keys, cell phone, and chapstick. Sometimes I put on my engagement ring, but like this morning, sometimes I forget.

However, the real tradition starts now. Once, I am all ready to go, with my shoes on and jacket waiting, I say goodbye to Eric. I usually find his head under a blanket because I'd turned a light on while looking for the day's outfit. So, I pull it away from his face and most often he wakes up enough to say a proper goodbye to me. He tells me to have a good day, to drive safely, and that he loves me. I kiss his cheek and tell him the same. The, I am off to work.

This means a great deal to me, because I spent a month without him in our bed, a month of no one telling me to drive safely each morning, a month of no one telling me to have a good day (especially when some days seemed so bad for him). So, I know the meaning of each goodbye in the morning.