I cooked an egg one morning this week. Actually, I cooked two, but I only got to eat one because Sábha decided to eat the other. So, I cooked an egg and I ate it and then I left the house and went to work.
|Waiting for eggs|
|Looking east on a frosty morning|
Then I had the girls and, along with EVERYTHING else, this changed. They became the alarm clock I couldn't hit snooze on and consumed all of my 10-minute morning routine so that I couldn't even get it together to bring granola to work with me. I'd often even forget fruit so that I'd usually grab a pastry at a corner shop as I raced (mostly late) to the office - which is not ideal when you're wheat intolerant...
|Little visitors in the wee hours|
Anyway, (and this is such a long winded way to get to the point) I made a New Years Resolution. I know I know, I'm ridiculously late getting around to posting about New Years resolutions but there you go...
For 2013 I have resolved to get up BEFORE the girls.
If you are a parent of a small child or children you will know how difficult this is. You may, like me, have adopted the 'sleep when they sleep' mantra from day one because you don't really have a choice if you want to stay at least partially sane. Eventually, however, children start sleeping marginally better. Sometimes they even sleep all through the night, several nights in a row. When this starts happening it's easy to get greedy. You try to sleep as much as you can as if trying to catch up on ALL the sleep you've missed out on since they were born (which is obviously a lost cause). Sometimes, even when the children have slept 13 hours straight and come to wake you up at a perfectly reasonable 8.30 am, you still might be a little bit resentful... (because obviously you've gone to bed at 1 am after enjoying your child-free time). "Gawd, I wish they would have slept until 9am, 10am, until noon... anything as long as it's MORE". Because, for so long,the main aim of parents is to get more sleep. So much so, that eventually you sort of forget how to recognise when you're starting to get enough. Or at least I did.
Lately my littles have been sleeping marginally better. Not every night, but lots of nights they sleep through the night. Yet, even when they do, I have found myself still wishing and wishing that they had a snooze button. Just five more minutes, Mama is soooo tired.
But they do not have a snooze button (obviously), they are almost three years old (!!) and full of get up and go in the morning They do, however, need and deserve a Mother that is alert and ready to engage with them in a non-stressed, half -dressed, cranky, running out the door while they cry after me way.
So I have begun to get up earlier than them. The first morning I got up and washed and dressed in the quiet darkness. Lile awoke soon after me and quickly woke her sister but because I was up earlier than usual I managed to wash and dress them too and we all had a calm granola breakfast together before 8am.
The second morning the new neighbours' renovations woke us all before 7am, and I found I had enough time wash and dress myself and the children and to cook an egg for breakfast. I had time to eat it and to leave the house calmly with no crying children. It is a revelation.
A simple egg. A symbol of new life.
Days three and four saw a return to granola for breakfast, but that's mostly because we had run out of eggs, I swear...
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