I like routine but not for the reason you think.  I like routine so I can feel rebellious when I break from routine.  Its kind of like rules.  I like to know the rules so I know how to bend them or work around them.  But this morning, I am missing the routine.  For the last nine months, my morning routine, when Gregg is out of town, (which is usually 2 days a week) has been to take the girls to school with Jayden.  We drop them at school and come straight back home.  I would get coffee and make a bottle.  Jayden would wait patiently in his car seat watching my every move.  Then I would get him out of his car seat and we would grab a blanket and a TV remote (sometimes) and get settled into our morning spot.  We would hug and kiss on each other.  He would eat a couple of ounces and then sit up and talk with me.  Lately, he would try to use the chair as a chew toy and then our game would begin.  Tickles, kisses, hugs.  Sometimes we would FaceTime Nana & Papa and he would work with all his might to give them kisses.  Sometimes we would watch the morning news.  But all the time, it ended with us snuggled up while he finished his bottle and fell asleep.  An hour of routine that I grew to love and rarely missed.