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.
A gentle snore that eases out of the male form under the duvet beside me…..
Just another day.