Monday Mornings and Moaning!!

I dislike Monday mornings for a whole variety of reasons, but I dislike them even more when my husband is on early shift!

This morning I was up with my daughter at 5.45am, my son followed soon after, then ensued the madness that is getting everyone dressed without the house being totally trashed!

Breakfast - cups of tea for the children, and a coffee for me - son insisted on breakfast, but has yet to eat it, as he decided he wants to eat breakfast at Nannies house.

So now we are sitting in the limbo that is morning between getting up and dressed and dropping off and going to work.

This is a relatively short time, approx an hour, maybe a bit more, but the children all want to get going, you want to get going, but the time isn't quite there yet!

Don't get me wrong, the luxury of limbo is often replaced with the hell that is rushing around, and the inevitable forgetting of things.

I am lucky that this week I have a three day week, so although the name of the week is Monday, its almost like starting the week on a Wednesday - I will be updating my co-workers all week on this fact until they are half crazy!!

I have considered over some time, that you can be sat right next to someone everyday, and not really know what that person is like.

Some are like open books, little clues to the real them, the fashionable party girl, who really just wants to get married and have a family. The family lady, who really just wants the children to grow up and leave home so she can get on with her life.

The quiet humble man, who has spurned most luxuries, lives on hand outs and freebies, but is secretly saving a small fortune for his retirement, when he plans to kick back and relax in the way he should have twenty years ago.

In reality, it doesn't matter how much time is spent with a person, its the quality of time spent.

I bang on about working full time - probably because I feel guilty about leaving the children, but I know that the time I do spend with the children is top quality time. We make the most of every second with each other, we don't alway spend a lot of money, for example, on Saturday we went for a walk to the park and along the seafront, the children had some sweets and a drink, and then we walked home again. The afternoon was spent pottering about at home, doing little jobs. On Sunday, we popped to the shop for some bits for dinner, and then spent the rest of the day doing little jobs round the garden and playing with the children in the sunshine.

We don't have lots and lots to offer our children, we are creating a home for them, they have their own bedrooms, and some space. They have most things they want, and everything they need. We are trying really hard to help them to grow up well and have the abilities to create their own homes and families in the future.

I remember clearly waiting for life to begin, wondering what sort of home I would live in, what sort of work I would do, what my children would be like.....then one day I realised my life had already started - I am living it now - its the only one I have got, so I had better make it count.