The raucous rumbling and roaring of what sounds like a jumbo jet at take off penetrates my restless sleep. Simultaneously a small foot thuds into my forehead. Master 3. He had somehow snuck into our bed in the middle of the night unbeknownst to me. Thus, I am awake. Sort of. I snuggle with the little man for a bit longer.
Some minutes later I drag myself up and out of bed in my usual fashion, ie. like a hundred year old woman named Enid. Back aching, neck stiff and sore. Dizzy, nauseous. Nose clogged. The promise of a pounding headache later, lurking behind my eyes.
Blearily, I stumble to the kitchen, and instead of 'a cup of ambition' I am handed a lovely, frothy vegetable juice. It was my idea to start Micky Blue Eyes on juices when he had Cancer. In doing so, I created a monster as he now forces us to drink his concoctions almost everyday.
"Muuum! Can you make me a cup of tea?" Master 10 yells from his recliner/throne.
"Drink your juice first!" Mick orders. Pandemonium ensues as three very reluctant boys are forced to drink juices while turning an alarming shade of green.
Time for breakfast. Crumpets with honey for Master 10. Honey Weets for Master 8. And for Master 3? He wants tuna. Or circle meat ie. devon, which strikes me as particularly revolting. But, as my mother recently reminded me, I used to eat olives straight from the jar for breakfast as a girl. As you do. So I give it to him, then start packing school lunches.
Promptly, Master 10 is dressed and ready, eager to get to school. "C'mon, hurry up, get dressed!" he wails to his dawdling brother.
"I aaaaam!" bellows Master 8. They then start chasing each other and fighting. Master 3 gleefully joins in. Testosterone bounces off the walls. I am forced to chase him to get him dressed.
Once in his room, he rejects every article of clothing selected for him. "That's boorrring!!" he shouts, then stubbornly insists on choosing his clothes and dressing himself. "I do it!" At least this is a refreshing change from Master 10, who no doubt would still allow us to dress him if he could get away with it.
There is a mad last minute panic and flurry of activity looking for hats etc, and making sure all notes are filled out, signed and school things paid for. There seems to be something nearly everyday. Mick then takes them to school and kindy. Ahhh, blissful silence.
Armed with a cup of tea and toast I dash to the computer. This might be the only ten minutes or so I have on there all day, as Micky Blue Eyes works from home. I check my Facebook.
I scroll down my Newsfeed. It seems everyone on my friends list is striding off purposefully to jobs and careers, planning holidays and looking forward to catching up with friends. Meanwhile what does my thrilling day hold for me? Stay tuned to find out in Part Two. Coming soon.