My day normally begins by being smacked on the head with a doll. If I’m lucky it’s a cuddly bear, but sometimes I get the big, heavy baby doll, or the hard, lumpy Dora. My three year old daughter likes to come and wake me, and I then wake our five year old boy as well.
Mornings are a bit frantic- I used to struggle to get myself ready and out of the house in time, so to juggle breakfasting, washing, and dressing three of us, not to mention checking homework, reading, and testing spellings, is a bit of a challenge. Fortunately my husband is very hands on and we share the load (and he even gives me a lie in on a Sunday)!