First of all, I would just like to point out, no one told me Tony would be travelling during National Blog Posting Month. This was not part of the deal, Mister.
Because of this, it has just been me and my girls the last couple of days. Normally they can sleep until they wake up, have a leisurely breakfast, then walk unhurriedly to school. This week I have to get them up and out of bed. They are so sleepy and sweet and their hair is tousled in the most becoming way. They are good-natured when they wake up, even though they are so tired, and this surprises me because if you had met them when they were babies you would never have thought this possible. I go into their shared bedroom and wake them by asking them what they would like for breakfast. This usually works well. They like to eat.
I go downstairs and start making their breakfast, and they follow soon after, rubbing their eyes and yawning. They are quiet. The morning routine goes smoothly as they go through the motions of getting ready for school. I know that I’m lucky that this part of the day is so easy.
The end of the day is good too, just in a very different way. I love picking them up on the way home from work. They both chatter to me non-stop for the entire walk home, accidentally interrupting each other, competing for my attention, and patiently waiting for their turn when told. I love the way their day spills out into the evening air, and I listen and smile and ask them questions. I think this is my favourite part of the day.