Daddy leaves for work at about 7:15am. He has offered in the past to slip out the door in silence but I much prefer him to wake me up and say goodbye. So, normally, I’m awake. On the very rare occasion that I’m absolutely shattered, I may drift back off to sleep. But if you’re waiting for me to explain all the many things I get done early in the morning then you are about to be very much disappointed. I was not a morning person before I had a baby, and despite my best efforts, I can’t seem to change that. I basically just lay there for a while. Milly sleeps in our room so I check on her and make sure she is still asleep. Then it’s back to the bed or the sofa, a few flicks through Instagram, a scroll down the news, maybe check my emails.
And then, on a good day, sleeping beauty will wake up around 8:30. (Yes, that’s a whole hour of me laying on the bed.. don’t judge!) She gets herself off the bed, pulls open the door and staggers out in to the living room, still slightly confused as to what is happening. She then looks around, and after spotting me, the first thing she wants is a long squeezy cuddle. Every day. I love it! During this cuddle, she seems to slowly wake up to the world around her, realising that she is wasting precious playing time, and signals for me to put her down! Ah well, it was good while it lasted.
So starts the day! Good morning world!