|The children are not |
always keen to get up...
I get up at 6am. It takes me 20 minutes to shower, wash my hair, attack my face with some makeup and get dressed. The next 20 minutes are focused on chores, I feed the dogs, cats and fish. I put a load of washing in the machine, I clear and lay the table for breakfast, I put away the stuff that was washed up the night before. The final 20 minutes are spent preparing my breakfast and eating it in peace - having time to do this sets me up for the day food wise and means that I'm less likely to snack and make unhealthy choices.
|Sometimes they are |
positively difficult in fact.
By the time the children get up at 7, I'm ready to hit the day running. I have no growling stomach making me grouchy with the children, I have no lurking animals trying to trip me up as I try to get the breakfast on the table whilst the children bicker and fight. I have no baby screaming and banging on the shower door as I try to get clean and ready for the day.
I might even go so far as to say that my mornings are fairly zen like now. And the dread of the school run? Well that has largely passed too due to being more relaxed and organised. I won't go so far as to say that we skip up the hill, but there is less screaming involved from all of us. And that is always a good thing.