Hurray I have finally worked out what to do with myself at 5.30am.
Little Brother has taken to waking at this middle of the night hour. We haul him into bed with us and then solidly ignore him for half an hour. He begins loudly announcing his plan for the day : starting with rollcall of 'Mama', and 'Dada', to check we haven't fallen back to sleep followed by breakfast plans ..
'yice?' (ricies)
'beetbix?' (weetbix),
'milt?' (milk)
'yurt?' (yoghurt)
'uuga' (sugar)
Eventually one of us gives in and gets up and produces a huge plateful of a mixture of the above for the little man to attack/spread over the table chairs and floor. This morning he was dressed and had finished breakfast (plus doing wees on the toilet for the first time) by 6.05am.
He merrily starts on his days work beginning by emptying the toy box and having a good brrom of the best cars before his brother gets up. But what am I supposed to do? It is still a good 2 hours away from being physiologically time to wake up.
This morning I hit upon the greatest plan...call my friends in England! It is comforting to know that somewhere in the world adults are up and functioning, albeit walking home from work in the partial darkness.
So early mornings are set to become full of christmas cheer, as I do my UK christmas cards - by phone. And perhaps a bit of early morning blogging too, although I'd better go now, it's 7.15 and Little Brother is ranscking the pantry looking for morning tea... 'Bit-bit??'
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