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It would be impossible to figure out the number of times a day I tell my boys not to run in the house.  I know boys will be boys, but having a wooden floor and not a carpet would make even a mouse scurrying along  sound like a baby elephant!  The noise of that and the sound of their large collection of gogos being thrown around the room is really not the best way to wake me up in the mornings!

I can’t say I’ve ever been a morning person to be honest, but since I’ve had children and the all-day sunday lay-ins have sadly disappeared, I’m worse than ever if that was at all possible.

People that wake up in the morning with a bounce in their step and a twinkle in their eye have either lost the plot or just drunk far too much coffee the night before.  Who in the world would be happy getting out of their nice, cosy, warm bed in the winter when its raining outside, and then have to get ready for work, or in my case do the dreaded school run…. not me that’s for sure!

I’ve always been someone that’s quite tired, but admittedly the reason I’m so tired at the moment is entirely my own fault.  The way I see it, as much as I love all 3 of my boys, when they’re all finally asleep at night, that’s the only quiet time of my day so I make the most of it.   Not that I do anything constructive at all really,  I just relish the peace so much I don’t end up in bed until about 1am.  Crazy? yes! That’s me though.  Sometimes logic goes entirely out the window.    Typing this now has got me thinking …  Tomorrow morning when the usual thudding of the floorboards happen at 5:50, maybe I should calmly come downstairs and ask my boys to stop instead of immediately shouting down to them… then again, with my hair still to wash and straighten, hubbys shirt to iron, a packed lunch to make, and the washing to put on the clothes-horse tonight, I can’t see me being very calm and collected in the morning!

This is a poem I wrote about men… need I say more?!

If a man could be a woman, even if it was for just a day,
Do you think they’d do the ironing, or put the clothes away?
Could they do all of the housework, then have time to bake a cake,
And tidy up in all the rooms with all the beds to make.
Would they empty out the dishwasher, and mop the wooden floors,
And wipe down all the fingerprints from children’s sticky paws.
With all the shopping still to do, and towels and sheets to wash,
Could they make sure that they’re done on time then make the school run rush.
I know some men are capable but most pretend they’re not,
They take all day for one small thing so we just do the lot.
I wonder if we’ll ever learn or always work so hard,
But then all thoughts we have are changed when using their gold card!