Today is the first day of school holidays. (Well actually, its the last day of school term but I never send my kids on the last day as school only last for 2 and a half hours and they play games and stuff. I am NOT getting up early and making them put uniforms on just to play games for 2 odd hours).
Getting the kids up, fed, dressed and at school in time is not my favourite activity. Plus I get stuck in the stop-start traffic coming home. Plus it is dark and cold and really, it's not a huge amount of fun.
This day couldn't come soon enough, this has been a looooooooong term. I am not sure why. It just feels like it has been a long slog. Maybe because the weather has been revolting, I have been extra busy, it was a very busy term in terms of extra murals etc. Anyway, I have been looking forward to being able to lie in a bit and avoid the horrible early morning school run.
Last night I told Marko "I am looking so forward to being able to lie in a bit tomorrow morning and take it easy".
You know how this is going to end, right?
Last night at inthemiddleofthenight O'clock, I felt a tap on my head, like I do most nights. I don't even pretend to argue anymore and I just open up my duvet for Max to crawl in. Except that this didn't feel like Max (bigger, bonier) plus it could talk: "I had a bad dream". Ok, Kate. She is the one that sometimes has bad dreams. Although she usually picks Marko as her go-to middleofthenight person.
Anyway, I shifted up and went back to sleep. But my guest in the bed was wriggly and annoying and after he/she elbowed me in the chest I thought bugger that and at about godknowswhattime O'clock, I got up and went to sleep in Kate's lower bunk (she usually sleeps in the top). I reached for the top bunk and grabbed her pillow to use. That is when Kate suddenly sat up and said "Mom! What are you doing here?"
Great. I had the wrong twin in the bed. Now I had one awake child plus another in my bed.
"Sshhh, I am having a sleep over in your room. We will cuddle in the morning"
And off I went to sleep again.
A few minutes/hours/days later (time melts into one when you are NOT sleeping), I felt another tap on my head. It was Max. I sighed (sobbed), lifted the duvet and he crawled in. Max is a more familiar guest and I managed to sleep for a while (seconds? minutes? maybe even an hour!).
And then it started raining heavily outside and I had Kate next to me telling me that she thinks it is hailing and could we cuddle now. She was about to climb in next to me when she saw Max "What is HE doing here?" she asked with much disdain. "I don't know Kate. I don't even know what I am doing here"
My biggest concern was waking Max because when Max is awake there is no rest for anyone, so I carefully extricated myself from the bed (which is not easy when you are on the bottom bunk of a double bunk, against the wall with a sleeping 4 year old next to you.) I thought about cutting off some of my limbs in order not to wake up him, but I managed to get out successfully.
Kate and I then went to go sleep* in Max's bed (the bottom bed of his double bunk), while Adam slept in my bed, Max slept in Kate's spare bed and Marko snored his way through all of the above. (*By 'sleep' I am using the figurative interpretation as Kate wriggled and rolled and kept asking me if I was awake yet)
Eventually at 6:20 I gave up and said that Kate and I could get up. "Yay!" she says, "can you make me some tea?".
I wonder if 6:20am is too early to have wine.
It has been a great start to our school holidays! I feel relaxed and refreshed already.