I could like mornings a whole lot better if they didn't always start so freakin' early.
No school today -- it's Saturday -- and the kids slept on the sofa bed last night, and they were up really late watching King Kong (why, yes, I AM in line for that Mother of the Year Award...) and so they let us have a little sleep in too, and it was
No leaping up, dazed and bleary-eyed, at 7am, no lunch making, no shrieking at people for the sixteenth time to just-for-the-love-of-God-put-on-your-bloody-uniform, and no shoe searching.
No frosty drives in the car, no walking small people through the school gate, no frosty drives home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
Just peace. Warm snuggles. The sort of silly conversations you have with the man you love that make no sense and would embarrass you horribly if News of the World published a transcript. Coffee. Snuggles with the kids who kept coming in to hug Daddy because they LOVE HIM and oh, hello, Mum, I didn't know you were there.
We ended up getting up before 9 but it was because we WANTED to, not because of some hideous time restraint forcing our poor tired bodies out into the cold uncaring dawn.
There should be more of this Gentle Awakening, in my view.
And -- oh wait -- there will be -- because tomorrow is SUNDAY.
And then -- well, then, two whole weeks of school holidays stretch out in front of me, like a promise.....
if only Fabio wasn't leaving next week, life would be pretty near perfect.