Morning times

You know how sometimes you have a magic morning?

One of those mornings when the dog didn’t wake you up barking 10 minutes before your alarm went off and you didn’t drag yourself out of bed like a slug and try to wake up in the shower.

A morning where all the kids wake up in a good mood, they all sweetly eat their breakfast, brush their teeth without complaining, get dressed in the outfit that you picked for them by themselves and sit still whilst you brush their hair and make ponytails.

A day where your hair looks fabulous just right and you manage to apply liquid eyeliner without being bumped by a dog or a child.

One of those mornings when they carry their own bags to the car, get in the car 5 minutes ahead of schedule without banging the car door against the garage wall, sit quietly in the correct seats without any squabbling about whose turn it is to sit where and don’t fight about what music they want to listen to and don’t switch on any lights or wipers or hang off the rear-view mirror. And they don’t demand a last kiss from Daddy as he turns the corner.

And then, when you manage to catch a break at that dreaded right turn into traffic and arrive those critical 5 minutes ahead of your usual screaming late time to find the teachers all on time and beaming to see you children. And they all jump out of the car squealing with excitement and run around to get their bags so they can carry them into school by themselves. And they unpack their own lunchboxes and smile sweetly and raise their faces so you can do your kiss-hug-cuddle-high-5 routine and wave fondly to them from the door and calmly get in your car and listen to some music of your own choice whilst sipping your
coffee in peace and taking a leisurely drive to work?

You don’t?

That’s ok, neither do I.