The first interaction of the morning was at 5am, then every 20 minutes after that one or another of my children was up and moving around for some reason.
It does slightly do my head in some mornings. This time used to be sacred, and quiet, and allow me to start the day with yoga, a higher intensity workout, or even journaling and catching up with emails and Facebook. Now I’m struggling to not yell at my children before 6am.
I smile because I prefer it this way rather than them staying up late at night being noisy and causing mayhem, but then … When the first child doesn’t appear till 6.30am, which occasionally happens I feel like I’ve had some serious me-time.
I smile because they don’t just walk around quietly. My oldest is whistling, a new skill he’s learnt over time. My youngest is squeal-imitating the whistling, which is louder and more annoying. I hear running footsteps, no walking before 7am obviously, apparently I’m required to listen to the reading homework book.
I smile because the morning jobs will be done by 7am. Dressed, breakfast, teeth, hair, reading books, lunch-boxes …. Karate practice and ballet will be done before 7.30am.
I smile because it’s still dark outside, it’s still raining, and most normal people will not have started any of this before 7.30am.
I will be really grateful and happy though by the time 7.30 rolls around, because it will all be done, and I’ll be beyond pleased that I’m not just starting with the morning mayhem.