5am

5am. A time I do not like or relish, unless thats the time I am getting home which used to regularly be the case, now hasn't happened for 8 years!!
I like sleep. Can never really get enough in my opinion. I do not cope well with night waking from my children, a fact which they all seem to have sensed from early on and have mercifully all slept through from a few weeks old. If they're ill its a different matter, but generally they're in bed by 7 and go right through. Until Orson (aged 2) decided that 5am is his new favourite time of day, and I should be re-introduced to it as well. Its every day! We've tried putting him to bed later- he got up at 5. Tried putting him to bed earlier- he got up at 5. Tried no sleep in the day- found him asleep under the kitchen table at 5pm. He still got up at 5am the next day. He has blackout curtains so has no sense of whether it is night or day, but every day without fail he gets up, trots into our room and says "Helloooooooooooo" This is not welcomed by me or my DH. We try and coax him back into bed but to no avail. I have even tried to get him to lie down in our bed (something which I don't ever like as he's too wriggly) but he is just not interested. His day has begun, and so everyone elses must too. By 10am he is crying for bed again.
On Tuesday we had a break, he didn't wake up until 6. But Chester sensed this and decided he must not let the ball drop and so treated me to a 5am wail for a feed. Marvellous.
On the plus side, being up early gives me more time to hunt for shoes.

Bonjour!!

Welcome to my Blog everyone! Not had a Blog before and not all together sure what to do with it, but I strongly feel that the world needs more ME in it. I have all sorts of thoughts going on inside my little head and thought I'd purge myself of these by blogging about them. Plus I am getting my shiny new laptop tomorrow and therefore will be much more inclined to use it if i have something to use it for.

I have decided to call this blog 'Where is your other shoe?!' as I seem to spend a large amount of time saying that. For some reason whenever we need to get out of the house someone is missing a shoe. More often than not, on a school morning, at least 2 out of my 3 children are missing an article of footwear. It baffles me. Presley is 5 and so therefore responsible for getting her own shoes on ready to go to school. But Presley is of the opinion that the world revolves around her (to be fair, it does really) but she cannot seem to comprehend that school will not wait for her. If she can't find a shoe she is just not bothered.
Orson is 2 and still needs me to put his shoes on for him. He will probably still let me do this for him when he's 12 as he is exceptionally lazy about such things. So, I put his shoes on upstairs, we all go downstairs and lo and behold- one shoe has gone.
"Orson, where has your shoe gone?"
"Gone. Shoe gone."
"Yes, i know its gone, but where?"
"Lion took shoe" or some other pearl of wisdom. Cue another (very precious) 5 mins looking for the flamin shoe. Find shoe. Load Orson into buggy. Load Chester into buggy. Start out door. Realise Chester has lost either sock or shoe. Briefly ponder going without said footwear article. Realise how annoyed I would be if someone took me out with one bare foot at 830am and i couldn't tell that person that my foot was cold. Back in house to get another pair (easier than hunting the odd one down). Leave house- a minor miracle that we're ever on time. Pick up shoes from the buggy boys about 500 million times on school journey.
Steadily grow older and more insane!!

I have to go now. Need to go and find shoes for my boys so we can go and pick Presley up!