Sleep. I love you..i truly do. Sleep and I had a fight about 10 years ago, we finally broke up and have only sorted out our differences recently. So far, so good. Our relationship is slowly getting better. When my trusty mobile starts singing relaxation melodies to me at 6.30am, i do curse at it, rolling over wishing for there to be just another 10 more minutes before another day has to begin. Within 15 minutes i have 2 coffees made for hubby and i , breakfast ready for Ethan, lunch made and packed for school and have snuck in a quick ciggie. Our gorgeous little bundle Jack announces to the world that he is awake, "mummy! mummy!", bottle popped in mouth , Ethan's rooms gets flooded with noise and lights of me storming around saying "get up!, it's nearly 7am! " On top of this, i have a load of washing already going, half trying to dress myself while tackling a 2 year old that refuses to get out of his pyjamas, the dog wanting to be let outside and a husba
TRYING TO FIND THE BLISS IN THE MAYHEM OF EVERYDAY