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.