My babykins is not the greatest sleeper. He’s got a habit of waking up when the first number on the clock is still a five. As far as I’m concerned, that is just Wrong. WRONG. You would think I’d be used to rising early, having three children but the other two never did this to me. Son Number One was frequently to be found tucked up at eight a.m. when he was a baby.
It’s not all bad. Fortunately I am more of a morning person than a night owl. I quite enjoy being up while the house is still quiet and relatively tidy.
I am trying hard to savour these little moments of calm, just me, babykins and Chris Evans.
Cake? Thanks Chris, don’t mind if I do.
They won’t last for long. He’ll soon be one. That time has gone by in a flash. No doubt, in the blink of an eye I’ll be complaining about having to turf him out of bed for school.
Tea, the first essential of the day.
Followed by biscuits. I can’t help it. I was brought up by my Mum waking me with a cup of tea and a bourbon biscuit.
I like to check on what’s happening in the world too, hence the phone.
Of course, at this time of year there is the Tree to enjoy. It’s nice to be able to turn on some lights that are soft and not too dazzling when you are Up Early.
Eventually we are joined by the rest of the family. Woe betide any child arriving downstairs without their school uniform on. Except for now, in the holidays, of course. Then lounging is allowed. As is CBeebies.
And how do I look first thing in the morning? Are you sure you’re ready for this? You might want to hide behind a cushion, it’s a scary sight.
Good job it’s out of focus.