On the weekends I let Alex sleep late, and by late we are talking gone 7am. I know, right! I’m a giver.
To do this amazing feat I have to shepherd the girls out to the bathroom to pee then on to my study which is the furtherest room from our bedroom. It also has fairy lights which in the dark of 5:30am or 6am is a welcome twinkle.
We had tried some tv in the early morning but it sets the kids off on the wrong foot, and dealing with the post-TV effects pre-breakfast suck. They get plenty of TV sloth time in the afternoon when they really need to be at one with the sofa and rest.
So we just hang out and play on the weekend mornings which is just peachy. Really it is. Especially now we hang in my room. They raid my draws for good art supplies, drag their train tracks through to fill the floor of my tiny room and sit on my knee squirming as I try to work my way through a Duolingo French unit or one on Hadrian.
We watch dawn’s rosy fingers come through the window and decide on breakfast. It’s all good.