Adjusting the Routine

My day usually consists of periods of extreme productivity and periods filled with the desire to do fun things, which usually undoes all of my hard work. haha.
The routine of my day was pretty regular and I could count on myself being motivated to clean and accomplish important tasks in the morning after breakfast. I would get up, feed myself and the kids. Clean up breakfast and do other chores around the house. Followed by a bath for the kids and a shower for me. We would all get ready for the day and by this time it was usually nap time for at least one of the kids and lunch for the rest. After lunch however I seem to lose my desire to do anything that even resembled work and it was time for movies, games, baking treats (although I don't bake that much, haha) reading or just playing around. This stage would last until it was time to make dinner, in which case I would rally my strength to stop having fun and do the duty of making food for the indians. After dinner of course I would not do the dishes (they would patiently wait for me to wash them with the breakfast dishes. Aren't they nice?) and would veg with the hubby and kids until bed time.
It was a routine that I have enjoyed and grew accustomed to over the years. It suited me nicely and although many of my friends can't stand to go to bed where there is work to be done, I am not that way and leaving dishes in the sink or laundry to be folded did in no way interfere with my ability to fall asleep.
Lately, however, I am noticing a change to the pattern that my life has followed for as long as I can remember. The mornings these days come so very early. Jason's alarm goes off at a painful 4:30 and I can't help but hear it since I am laying right next to him. It doesn't help that I'm usually up half the night going to the bathroom anyway. Once I am awake I have to eat, since this baby insists on starting me on the "every 2 hour" feeding program early. I can then doze a little before Jason has to leave (by 6:30 most days and 5:30 2 days a week) at which time he kisses me goodbye. The kids are usually bouncing down the stairs between 6:00 and 6:30 and after that there seems to be no rest for the wicked.
I drag myself out of bed to fix the kids their breakfast and to have second breakfast myself, and get Rori's diaper changed. At this point instead of following my usual course and clean up breakfast and begin my whirlwind tour of cleaning, I find myself dragging back into bed where I read until I fall back asleep.
I have been so tired in the mornings that I can barely keep my eyes open. Today I had 2 naps before 11:00, and that is not unusual these days. I know I really shouldn't use the TV as much as I have but right now it is saving my bacon. I am usually out until lunch time and during the afternoon I am able to gather enough energy to accomplish some of what needs to be done. Of course there is usually a big mess waiting for me since poor Rori has been left to her own devices as to how to spend her time. We've had some fun messes to clean up.
I remember being tired when I was pregnant with the other kids but my memory never does it justice. I think it's unfair that I can remember being tired but the reality of it is somehow not projected in those memories.
So I am trying to adjust my way of thinking about my day and how things are to run in our house. If you come over in the morning you will find us in complete disarray with a very long list of to-dos. I most likely will not be showered ( I don't usually get to that until after lunch) and the kids will be in their pajamas.
But feel free to join us in the afternoon when I've had a chance to get things under control.
The last few weeks I have been struggling with balancing my life and I couldn't figure out why but while I was doing the dishes today I realized the difficulties I was having were because my routine was mixed up and I was trying to make it work. Now that I know what's going on I have adapted my thinking and I think life is going to work out a bit better.