Good Morning!

The great big red plastic fire truck

I honestly can’t remember the last time that I slept past 0615, nope that’s not right, I can’t remember the last time I was ALLOWED to sleep past 0615.  To be honest I am a morning person, it’s the best time of the day, I would just like to wake up in my own time, come to and then start the day.  This last week has been particularly painful, and I actually mean physically painful. 

Wee Man is a toddler, that should be explanation in itself however I should probably elaborate.  Wee Man has decided that not content with his normal teddy he must take a different toy to bed every single night, quite frankly I’ll do anything to get him in his bed and to sleep.  Before I go on I should point out that my side of the bed is the furthest from the door but both kids still come round to my side of the bed to get in it.  You would think that they would sneak into bed via Braai Boys side but no, that would be too easy, they would rather clamber over Mama to get into bed.  Not sure which I would rather, being woken up by a Kid climbing over me or waking up to one of them inches from my face staring at me.  You guessed it, Miss Sassy used to sneak into bed and lie with her face millimetres from mine or just stand next to the bed staring.  I often woke up to her staring at me like something possessed, not going to lie it was a pretty scary way to wake up and there were times my heart nearly stopped.

Anyway, back to this week and my morning wake up calls courtesy of Wee Man:

0600  Monday  Foam Sword poked up my nose as Wee Man bounces on my tummy.

0555 Tuesday  Large plastic dinosaur (thanks Grandma) launched at my head as I am kneed in the chest.

0615 Wednesday Rubble x 3, Chase x 2 and Zuma (they’re Paw Patrols, just in case you wondered) strategically placed on my pillow and Wee Man using my legs as some sort of balancing beam.

0545 Thursday toy left in his bed, much to my relief as it was a great big red plastic fire truck, instead fingers were poked up my nose, in my ears and then my eyes prized open by Wee Mans fingers, just like that scene in Frozen and replace the line ‘Do you wanna build a snowman?’ with a toddler dinosaur roaring in your face. 

The Dinosaur from Grandma

By last night I had had it, enough was enough, no toys to bed, apart from the usual gang.  There were tears and tantrums trying to remove a variety of ‘must have’ toys (that was just from me).  However, I am pleased to report that today we are back to normal.  Just before 0615 a well sucked and very soggy teddy was plonked on my face whilst Wee Man clambered over me to get into ‘his’ bed, Happy FriYAY everyone!

Author: charliefoxtrotmama

Mama to 2 kids and an Army wife. Life’s a cluster but it’s all part of the adventure. This blogs about the highs, lows and hilarity that come with being a Mama and an Army wife. If my waffle helps someone realise that it is life that is a bit bonkers not them, and to smile when it all seems a bit sh*tty, well, I’ll be happy

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