6 o’clock in the morning, I heard a loud beeping sound from the alarm in the bedroom. I knew it was 6 o’clock because my husband set it to buzz at that time. The beep sent me to the light sleep state. I could hear Clive got up, went to the bathroom then I heard my son, Jonathan, joining his early-bird Dad in the bathroom. I stirred and realised something heavy on my right arm, it was my three-years old Elizabeth’s body on it. She must have joined us again in bed last night. I stirred her to move a little so I can pull my arm. I turned and went back to sleep.
The next thing I knew was both children were on top of me, jumping up and down while telling me on top of their voice ‘Mummy get up! It’s half past seven’. They don’t have a concept of time yet but I knew they could sense that I should really be up by now. I hesitantly opened my eyes. I don’t like morning especially when my sleep was uncomfortable due to being squeezed in the middle by Clive and Elizabeth! And some night I stayed really late to study. But I had to get up. I had to get the kids out the house by 08:20 for school run. And it doesn’t help when my head started to run through the long list of things to do the second my feet touched the floor.
Half asleep I gave the children their breakfast and they had it while I quickly got myself ready. 08:25 we were out the door, walking 25 minutes to school. The fresh morning air felt like a slap on my face, it woke me up completely, then I remembered I hadn’t had my breakfast.
And that’s my normal morning routine. After dropping Jonathan at school, I either dragged Elizabeth to do groceries shopping or we went straight back home so I could start with the chores. Time went really quick between the school drop-off and pick-up time, especially when there were tons to do in between.
14:30, I was out the door and made my way to the school. I picked up Jonathan, got the bus home, and dropped him at home then I went out again straight away to start working. I normally had between 3-4 students in the evening. Then it was time to go back home
20:30 I turned the key to open the front door, tiptoed in, turned around and carefully locked the door back, hoping the kids were in bed. I turned back to walk down the hallway when I noticed my three years old stood outside her door watching me. She wasn’t in bed yet. So I dropped my bag, took my shoes off, changed to my PJs then I went to her room to read her story and to tuck her up in bed.
21:00 I got my dinner ready, was about to sit down to eat when I heard footstep of a small person. Elizabeth wasn’t in bed still. She came out to the front room to ask me to take her back to bed. This could repeat 3-4 times and I kept putting down my dinner to take Elizabeth back to her room.
All the while Clive was falling asleep on the armchair. He normally just flats out in the evening after his dinner time. He’d put on one of his comedy series; ‘Are You Being Served’ or ‘Dad’s Army’ or ‘Terry and June’ or ‘George and Mildred’ or ‘Keeping up Appearances’ or ‘One Foot in The Grave’ or ‘Man About The House’ and watched them halfway before he fell asleep.
21:30 Elizabeth finally asleep. Clive’s head fell back on the backrest of the armchair by now. I woke him up told him to just go to bed, there’s no point keeping his body up while his brain needed the sleep. He obliged. He got up, brushed his teeth, said good night and he was in bed.
22:00 BLISS!! A total bliss. The house was quite. It was just me. I chose a programme on Netflix as background noise while I got on with few works needed to be done. I love the hour between 10 and 11 pm. A total silent surrounded me (apart from the TV’s noises). The most peaceful time of the day. I still had things to do but it was much better being on my own.
Then the clock starts to go past 23:00, I started yawning and my eyes turned watery. Time to hit the pillow and ready to repeat it all over again tomorrow