I can’t believe it’s not Friday yet!
In saying that I’m not sure why it actually matters what day it is as a stay-at-home-working-mum, because most days, well mornings, are usually the same.
You are either woken up by a baby monitor, a child standing over you staring scarily at you, a child jumping on you or poking their finger up your nose, or your husband’s 4.50am alarm goes off.
You children pester you for food, TV, cuddles, help with the toilet – and this is all before 5.30am!!!
Everyone who knows me knows that I have tried it all, keeping them up later, denying them day sleeps, bribery, it doesn’t make a difference.
It appears the circadian rhythm in my children is spot on, when dawn cracks, so do their eyes, OPEN WIDE. And nothing I do or say can change this.
Which brings me back to 5.30am, so I’ve denied food, TV, etc saying everyone in the ENTIRE WORLD is still asleep so you have to lie here with mummy for another half hour or so.
It’s only No.1 and No.2 that are up, and No.3 is soundly asleep, in his room that is in the middle of the entire household, so I contain his big siblings to my room.
They beg and cry and ask to go back to their rooms but I’ve said yes in the past and the first thing they’ve done is wake up and join their baby brother in his cot – not cool.
So I have to make sure my eldest two are entertained in my room while I lie in bed at 5.38am with the sheets over my head saying “why me, why me?”
We sometimes get to about 6.45am, if I put on Rio or Puss n Boots and then if No.3 is still asleep I figure it’s an acceptable time for him to wake up, which he does as soon as No.2 cracks it and cries because his apple is cut too small.
Then we’ve got No.1 who is crying, no shit, because the piece of apple I gave her was too big!
This is not to mention the fight that ensued when the breakfast bar stools were not where they were yesterday.
Did I mention the fact that I chose the wrong coloured cereal bowls and now No.2 isn’t going to eat his “sneareal” – and that No.1 and No.2 are now hitting each other for no reason and are now howling.
So without boring you anymore, I’m sure you catch my drift. I have outlined a mere hour of the morning routine for some of us mums.
The point of this, which I have kind of lost, is that those who work away from home, a Fridays usually signals the end of their working week.
But not for mums, there is no end, ever!
And while I love smooching my kids to sleep every night, I sometimes wish there was a day of the week that I could celebrate, when I knew that I could get up and wouldn’t have to work the next day.
In saying that, if I wasn’t smothered by my angels by at least 6am I’d be stressing something had happened to them.
PS, Just as an aside, No.3 totally dropped a bomb in the bath tonight!!! Thankfully I wasn’t the one who had to fish it out!