I can’t remember the last time I needed an alarm to wake up. It was definitely in my previous life, the one BC (before children).
These days my day begins with a thud. Literally. My three-year-old daughter bursts into my bedroom with more force than a hurricane and wakes me with a ritual body slam. It’s her speciality.
Fortunately, she’s learned to “sleep in”. And by this, I mean she now wakes at 6am, which is far more respectable than her first two years when she woke at 4.45am.
On the days when I wake up before the body slam (much to the annoyance of Miss Hurricane) I stealthily leave the house for a quick walk before my husband goes to work. Those 40 minutes of calm are a wonderful precursor to the chaos that ensues.
When you have four kids to wrangle in the morning, time is of the essence.
The morning routine: Operation ‘Get Going’.
Mornings in our household are fast and furious. Getting little people ready for school requires military precision.
After each of my girls has jumped into bed for a morning cuddle, I have a quick shower. Usually this involves drawing pictures in the steam on the shower screen to entertain my toddler. It’s been a while since I showered without an audience.
There’s no time for fancy skincare regimes or carefully applied makeup. I apply a hydrating skin lotion to my body, which Little Miss Hurricane helps rub in.
She likes the “more is more” approach. Fortunately, QV Skin Lotion is light, absorbs quickly and offers 24-hour hydration. My skin is naturally quite sensitive and dry, so this moisturiser is perfect for me and I can get dressed straight away.
Everything happens pretty quickly, and our routine is a well-oiled machine. Hubby makes the school lunches while I oversee the breakfast bedlam. Then he leaves for work, and the girls get dressed for school and I help my toddler do a Frozen puzzle, knowing we will do it again another 74 times that day.
My older girls (10, nine and seven) are self-sufficient and get themselves ready for school. They pack their own school bags and do their hair with minimal fuss. This frees me up to endure the daily battle that is getting Miss Three dressed for the day. Practical clothes are furiously rejected in favour of sparkles, tulle and wings. Pick your battles!
At 8.45 sharp we walk to school, which is conveniently close. After getting them to their various classrooms, I return home with Miss Three and immediately put Play School on so I can inhale a strong coffee. This helps fuel me for the puzzles, tea parties and craft that will fill my day, while juggling my writing work.