Trees Trees Trees and Michael Mcintyre

This week has all the markings of a week from hell. So far Monday has been OK, but I believe that this is just a curve ball to lead me (or lull me) into a false sense of security.

Waking up these days always falls into the same familiar pattern. You can usually set your clock to the time that Patrick (95% of the time before 6am) will magically appear in the room, standing next to the bed, telling the world 'he is not tired'. Then begins the daily ritual of persuading him that it is:
A - the middle of the night and he must go back to sleep
B - the crack of dawn and he must go back to bed
C - too early and he can play with his toys in his room

I'm not too sure whether Patrick actually likes the toys in his room, because he never wants to spend the early hours of the day in there. Maybe father Christmas could bring him some interesting toys. Come on Santa!!

At sometime between 6am and 7am, Euan will start his morning wake up call. It starts in a low mumble, occasionally gurgling, then some chattering, possibly a bit of singing, before the inevitable sobbing starts. Now we know that there is nothing wrong with him, just his way of telling the world it is time to get out of bed and be cute. If only he could speak.

Finally Anya. She is the most unpredictable riser in the house. There appears to be no routine to when she will arrive in the morning, but as always she is a little sleepy and you get the feeling she would rather have an extra 5 or 10 minutes. Although be aware, once she's awake then she is on the prowl for food. Like a modern day hunter gatherer looking for cereal.

Once everyone is up there is the usual mayhem in persuading people to get dressed, brush teeth, put socks on, stop fighting, turn the TV off, get downstairs for breakfast, etc. etc. etc. Most of the moaning comes from me, but I see that as my role in life a the great organiser.

Anyway, after the first hour of the day at home the rest of the day is usually quite uninteresting in comparison. Apart from the trees, oh the trees. They are starting to haunt me in my waking and sleeping hours. Let's hope that common sense and justice prevails. Watch this space........

At least it's better than watching Michael McIntyre's Comedy Roadshow.