Daybreak murkily starts to edge its way into the room, tendrils of fog tap at the window telling me morning has begun.
For a moment I lay silent in my bed, the duvet up near my chin pinning me down encouraging me to ignore the signs that I need to get up and start the days.
Beside me BB lays eyes half open finishing the last of her milk….
And then it begins….
A thud as twin boy hits the floor after leaping Ben 10 style from the top bunk.
A wail as twin girl’s eyes are forced open by a 60 watt light suddenly being switched on without warning.
A yelp as they crash into each other trying to race through the door each desperate to have the pleasure of waking up a parent first.
A squeal as one nips the other because they achieved their goal.
A screech as the one out in front falls to the floor tripping over a misplaced foot.
A collective shout as four arms and legs fall into our bedroom, half sobbing, half beaming spitting out the words “is it morning yet.”
A gasp of air as two large five year olds land on my stomach full of stories of tripping and pinching.
A shout and a smile as I try to calm the storm gathered on my body.
A hug as we all cuddle the morning in, eyes dried and wounds dressed.
And finally….
A gentle snore that eases out of the male form under the duvet beside me…..
Just another day.
Oh, how that brings back memories! Seems an age ago, but never forgotten. (Managed to vote for the Scouts hut btw. Good luck on that – sounds so much fun.)
Oooh thanks so much
This made me smile…my 3 year old wakes me up every morning by jumping on top of me. Wouldn’t have it any other way (although it would be nice to gently ease myself into the day just once in a while…)
Loved this post!
Ta x
Love it. Really evocative.
lol thanks
Just brilliant. I love this. Really felt like I was there with you (in a great-writing sort of way, not a weird-in-bed-with-you sort of way…) *gives up and pours more coffee*
Seriously there is no more room in my bed…. X
Beautiful and took me right back to my childhood.
Thanks x
I somehow managed to persuade my children that they could not get out of bed alone, so I am always woken by cries of Maammee, but your way actually sounds nice too x
Good tactic x
Grin. It never fails to amaze me what men can sleep through.
It’s a talent that’s for sure.
Although I don’t have the brood of flailing arms and legs that accompany your mornings, I can totally relate to the snoring man. Even at 3.30am when a newly dreaming babyler (my new name for non-walking toddlers) decides to wake up.
Babyler. I,like
wakey wakey!
Not funny x