Oh What a ... Morning!

There are mornings when though his eyes are open the Mauritian is still sleeping. There are mornings when the Butterfly sits staring into space playing aimlessly with her food instead of eating it. There are mornings when the Lollipop attaches herself to my leg and will not let go no matter what. Then, there are mornings when everything happens all at once. Its mornings like these that all I want to do is wake up and discovered it was all a dream, and that I don’t have monster children or a useless spouse! In fact, its mornings like these where being alone seems to be the best way to be. I look forward to the day I can roll out of bed at whatever time I want, make breakfast and coffee for one, sit in front of the TV, and take my time about everything.

Then there are those mornings when we wake up before the alarm clock or the children and the Mauritian and I can lie in and chat a bit. Plan our day together even though we will be in two different places. Drink a hot mug of coffee slowly not swallowed between chores. There are those mornings when all runs to plan and everyone is on time and chores done without any trouble.  I like those mornings and the feelings of calmness and achievement. Mornings like that create days of productivity and preparedness, which leads to readiness for the next morning and a chain of days that start well.

Then there are mornings The Mauritian has to meet a client early, so we stumbled out of bed earlier than normal. The Mauritian heads to the bathroom and I to the kitchen and the coffee supplies. By the time the Mauritian runs out the door yelling a reminder to make an apple crumble for him to take to work tomorrow breakfast is made, the accounts the housework are done. There are mornings when the Butterfly gets dressed and makes her bed before coming through for breakfast and instead of saying good morning, she says, “Mum, today is my lucky day!” There are mornings when the Lollipop calls from her bedroom at just the right time and she happily sits on her couch with her toast and tea and leaves me to carry on unhindered. There are mornings when I can sit and relax before the school run. There are mornings when the Butterfly has finished her chores and can now do as she like before the school run. There are mornings when the Lollipop is fed, clean, dressed, and playing happily in her sister’s bedroom. These are very rare but positive mornings!

Then there are my favourite mornings, like today, when we don’t just have a positive morning but a happy morning. Those times, like today, when there is laughter, singing, and fun. Those times, like today, when everything was a game. Like walking into the bathroom and the Mauritian takes great delight in throwing water at me, or tickling the Butterfly awake and been told I’ve lost my brain in my sleep. When the Lollipop does her silly dance while head banging and singing “Ha la la la la la” to the tune of “Happy birthday.” When sisters share their breakfast with each other and the furniture. When we make up silly songs about what we are doing and Papa gets it wrong because he wasn't really listening. When we all stand on the pavement in our pyjamas jumping up and down waving goodbye to the Mauritian as he leaves for work. When chores take time being done because we’re all too busy playing then we have to run to school giggling because we’re going to be late.

Ah yes indeed these mornings are my favourite, after such a good start nothing can get me down. Not even the fact that I spent the morning playing with the Lollipop until her naptime then the rest writing a blog about my morning and now I have to play catch up and get things done before the end of the school day and the start of the evening chores.

I’m too happy to care!