The earliest person up in the house tends to wake everyone else. This isn’t one of those ‘cute’ family things, it’s the consequences of living in a small house with thin walls. My partner’s been on early shifts more than usual meaning that the whole house is up while it’s still dark out and me being a bit of a night owl means I haven’t adjusted my bedtime to allow for the earlier starts.
After my partner headed off to work the other morning I listened to hear the boys were (come to think of it – suspiciously) quiet and I took the opportunity to go back to sleep for 5 minutes. Literally 5 minutes (this is all it takes with young children) later my 5 year old came bursting into my room holding his advent calendar aloft and proudly announced that there were only 2 doors left. This was on the 10th December. Brilliant.
He does get the concept of advent calendars and the one a day method but given that he’s growing up in a technical era where anything he wants can be demanded via voice instruction to Alexa (note to self, unlink Amazon account), waiting is an alien concept.
Shortly after this miraculous achievement showing me that I really need to keep advent calendars pinned to the ceiling as there is no shelf high enough where he won’t reach them, he threw the most almighty tantrum at going to school time. Not helped by the fact that his body was full of 12 little squares of sugar. The usual…. your Headteacher will come and get you and then she’ll be really mad and ‘Mummy will go to prison’ didn’t work and in a bid to get him and his brother to school before the gate shut we settled on him having a spoon of Nutella before bolting out the door and squeezing through the school gates before they close.
Did I think having children would mean having to share my (not-so-secret) habit and ownership of eating Nutella out the jar? Nope, I thought that one was mine and mine only. Oh well, I guess sharing is caring. Something the little one could do with learning too.