it usually goes a little something like this.
wake up...honor asleep on my shoulder...axl the cat asleep on my belly...indie already awake and watching cartoons in the lounge...i look at the time a realise that we have slept in AGAIN...why oh why am i not a morning person. i still find it hard to come to terms that i am not. i want to be that mother that has done ALL the housework before her children wake up and have a hot breakfast waiting at a beautifully set table...but alas no. i am the mother that jams toast and fruit down her kids throats while simultaneously making lunches and getting them dressed...and trying to make myself semi-respectable to go out into the public. a lot of the time i realise half way through the day i have only put mascara on one eye or have marmite streaked through my hair.
and then i have the fun time of dragging Honor away from Montessori in a fit of tears because Monday is not her school day...to come home to a house that looks like a clothing bin/breakfast condiment/toy store exploded. oh joy. my life can be so so glamorous!
but not this Monday. the first day of holidays. oh no... calmness over the house (obviously because of a calm mama) breakfast eaten at a leisurely pace. i even got to have a cup of tea...SITTING DOWN! and now i write this as the girls have a bubble bath mid morning...a purple coloured one.
don't get me wrong...the toaster is still on the bench and the beds aren't made yet...
and after lunch they are going to their mama and papas for a sleepover. and i have an afternoon of artsy things planned. yew!
this Monday is a good day. how often can you say that?
how is your Monday treating you?
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