We have only one clock in the house. It’s a little Timex alarm clock that I’ve had since I was five, and it sits on my desk. Most of our daily tasks are guided not by the clock but by everyday objects that have knit themselves into our routine.
A cup of tea to prod my sleepy morning self to wake up already. The bed made to remind myself not to get back in it.
The tote bag with snacks that signals to drop what you’re doing, because we’re about to go somewhere fun.
The white blanket that tells my young daughter yes, it is in fact time for a nap, when otherwise saying it’s two in the afternoon is meaningless. (And if your child associates an object with nap time, by all means, buy two.)
The dinner candle that entices to come sit at the table and eat. (If Lane eats well then she gets to blow out the candle, so meal times have become much easier now.)
The bedtime cookie that soothes the bedtime routine and finishes the frequent stalling and delays.
The clean kitchen at the end of the day to agree my work day is over and I can call it quits for now.