Three days the children have been back to school and I’m trying really hard to consider it a privilege to see dawn in Bangkok each morning. It is beautiful but every morning?
The children’s bus leaves for school at 6.40am so we – by that I mean I, their mother - wake at 5.50am Monday to Friday. Husband continues to slumber because somewhere along the way, this is the deal we struck. Sometimes, I regard getting them up for school as occurring in the middle of the night and I return to my bed, when the bus has gone, to sleep until morning starts properly. I think this is where the deal is fair: even if he wanted to, Husband could not decide that his morning is too early!
I wish that I could make use of the early morning time, but I’m a bit useless without enough sleep. I’m thinking that I might have to do without a social life in the weekday evenings – wouldn’t be hard, I’ve hardly got one now. But it’s embarrassing waiting until the bedtime of 14 year old son, just so I can go to bed too.
As Husband and I approach our seventeenth wedding anniversary I often wonder at the fact that we’ve lasted so long. His bedtime is often four hours later than mine - my morning often starts four hours after he came to bed. He can function on five hours regularly a night while I’d be committing serious crimes if I have two nights in a row of five hours sleep.
Still, maybe it’s Jack Sprat and his wife, eh?
The children’s bus leaves for school at 6.40am so we – by that I mean I, their mother - wake at 5.50am Monday to Friday. Husband continues to slumber because somewhere along the way, this is the deal we struck. Sometimes, I regard getting them up for school as occurring in the middle of the night and I return to my bed, when the bus has gone, to sleep until morning starts properly. I think this is where the deal is fair: even if he wanted to, Husband could not decide that his morning is too early!
I wish that I could make use of the early morning time, but I’m a bit useless without enough sleep. I’m thinking that I might have to do without a social life in the weekday evenings – wouldn’t be hard, I’ve hardly got one now. But it’s embarrassing waiting until the bedtime of 14 year old son, just so I can go to bed too.
As Husband and I approach our seventeenth wedding anniversary I often wonder at the fact that we’ve lasted so long. His bedtime is often four hours later than mine - my morning often starts four hours after he came to bed. He can function on five hours regularly a night while I’d be committing serious crimes if I have two nights in a row of five hours sleep.
Still, maybe it’s Jack Sprat and his wife, eh?
