When I get up in the morning (usually about 9am) my eyes are half shut, I grab my big fleece dressing gown and shuffle into my slippers to go to the kitchen to make myself some rooibos tea.
Usually the house is quiet. R has already gone to work. L has usually been up all night on his computer and gone to bed for the day. K and S often stay up late and don't get up until 10-ish.
Today I'm sitting here in the family room at 9.40am and all the kids are here, L's music is playing on his computer and the smalls are playing with the Lego.
What went wrong? I love the peace and quiet of the first hour of the day, drinking my first cup of tea, and I don't like doing anything for anyone else until I'm properly awake.
L hasn't been to bed yet - he's been up since just before dinner last night. The smalls weren't too late to bed last night, as R and I have decided that leaving them up to play just results in us being disturbed. So the lights were out in their rooms when I went to bed. This morning, I had just got up when S came in and proudly told me he'd been up since 5am. He does this every now and then. He was dressed and his teeth were brushed. K was up but in his pajamas.
So much for my peaceful start to the day!