One morning last week I was running late because the kids were playing up. I was flustered and when I finally got in the car to go to work, I pulled the sun visor down and Craig's sunglasses dropped into my coffee cup, splashing my white shirt with coffee. It was just so ludicrous that I burst out laughing and went back inside to change. Then on the way to work I nearly ran out of petrol and nearly got hit by another car. That was a corking morning, wouldn't you agree.
This morning as I was just out of the shower with wet hair I heard Danny making peculiar noises so went to investigate and found vomit everywhere - crib, floor, hair, bedding, chair. You name it. As I'm on my knees cleaning it up, Jack comes wandering in, all sleepy with hair stuck up like Cindy Lauper, demanding binoculars so he can look out for pirates. I look at Danny, grinning at me, with lumps of sick in his hair. I look at Jack, grinning at me and saying "arrrrr" like a pirate and I wonder what on earth my mornings used to be like before I had kids.
Boring or bliss? I can't remember now.