I woke to a bed full of children this morning. On my mind was the inside of my eyelids.
Somewhere behind that were thoughts of getting up and exercising - of making something of the day - of making something the of weekend. Further back but quite strong were thoughts of change - of moving - of how will we make it happen?
Then to help me out of my slumber (but not by request) a book about bears was thrust upon my face as the body of a 4 year old boy was thrust onto my tummy - oommfff. Once I get got over the shock it made me smile; so I read to him about Borris, Billy, Bertha (and many other "B" bears). Its actually a nice way to start a day.
Exercise = not right now (if at all today...)
We head out of mummy and daddy's room with breakfast on our minds - oh, and there's another child in a cot somewhere. My mistake was to set the others up for breakky whilst the 2nd youngest entertained Willow in her cot... outcome below - hilarious and infuriating at the same time: I choose to let hilarious win out and pluck Willow up for her nappy change - the mess can wait (a life motto of mine it seems).
So somewhere in between the nappy and writing this we've all had breakfast, mummy has been to the gym and I've vacuumed the living area and kitchen and then given the kids morning tea after they watched 2 DVD's.
Who knows what the rest of the day will hold...!
