The point of getting up forty minutes before everyone else was to write a blog post, I grumble to myself.
It appears that the plans I make for myself don’t always work as well as I would like and my son wakes up three minutes before my alarm, demanding a warm drink and the middle of the bed as he rubs his eyes.
My daughter follows shortly thereafter, shouting at me that she doesn’t want to get dressed and WHERE IS MY PILLOW?
I’m not entirely sure how her pillow has disappeared in the five minutes between getting out of bed and shouting at me, but it turns out that she means the other pillow (no, not that one, the other OTHER pillow) that her brother is lying on.
Hilarity ensues, if by hilarity you mean heartbroken screaming and a little bit of shoving. Which I do.
‘It will be fine, STOP SHOUTING. There, do I have your attention? Share the pillows, make some breakfast, Mummy needs five minutes to THINK.’
Five minutes is a very long time when you are only five and three and I manage to get thirty seconds alone, hiding in the bathroom, before I am needed (loudly) elsewhere.
Such is my life and I suspect, such are the quality of blog posts you can expect from me this month.
Yup that describes my morning perfectly!
I feel your pain.
Sounds like mornings in my house. I have a habit of turning up my iTunes just loud enough so the screaming sounds like laughing. Problem solved.
Mine ALWAYS seem to wake up when I need to be up early for my own stuff. Maybe that’s why I don’t bother setting the alarm anymore. Or, ’cause I’m lazy 😉
Yep, I know that feeling well. There’s absolutely *no* point whatsoever for me to attempt getting up before the kids. They wake up the second they hear movement anytime after around 4am. UGH!
Thank god for nursery and school…
*hugs* xx
I wonder if my, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand you in that voice,” thing would work for them? I’ve lately resorted to ignoring the short people in the morning. I suspect I’m teaching them bad manners. Hmm.
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