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The Daily Routine.....



.....goes something like this.  I get up at around 5.30 am to prepare breakfast and pack the lunchboxes.  The children get up around 6 am and get ready for school.  The transport arrives around 6.30 am.  They go, two by two, the boys in one vehicle and the girls in another.  Their father gets up only after they go and leaves around 8.30 am and from then until lunchtime my time is more or less my own.  My blogging and writing, reading and of course housework  must be done when they are out because when they are around, there isn't much time.

They come in at lunchtime, take their lunch, change their clothes and rest and start their studies.  Around 6 pm they go and play in the nearby park if they want to.  There are other children playing there too.  After an hour they come home, have something to eat and study until dinner time.  After dinner they finish their homework, pack their bags and get ready for school the next morning.  This is the routine from Monday to Saturday, although the three younger children have two Saturdays a month off.

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  1. I love routine!!!! Are those your two boys???? :-) Lovely!!!!!!!!!

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  2. I bet your routine doesn't always run to time! It's great when it does...but when it doesn't it can mess up the whole day can't it?

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  3. That is a very early start for you and the children. I love the boys and they are so smartly dressed.
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

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  4. Daisy - yep, that's them! Thanks!

    Ayak - you bet. It's happened a couple of times recently and it is awful when it does!

    Maggie - great to see you over here again - thank you, I'm quite the proud parent when it comes to mine....

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  5. That sounds like a very long day!

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  6. Happy Independence Day Dear!! You have a very similar routine to mine, esp the timings match exactly, the alarm rings at 5:30 am every day without fail!!

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  7. I think that you should feature in a couple of hours of sleep more!

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  8. @Grannymar - it's a long day alright.

    @Sujata - mothers have the same life everywhere, I think.

    @Rummuser - I try to catch up on sleep once I send out the kids and the husband

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