Often I am woken by Jake barking at a bird, the merest whiff of an intruder in his garden, or an animal on television.
Sometimes, Spurs Fan has to remind me that I really do need to get up soon, because I need to be somewhere, and be both dressed and coherent. Much time is needed.
Regularly, I am woken by one or other girl on her way to school. She starts right into conversation, feeling that all the noise generated by the household over the last 90 minutes ought to have been enough to waken the dead, and that I’m only resting my eyes. No gentle hugs or feathery kisses; straight to business. “Bye.” “Is my bus fare in your purse?” “You need to sign this.” “Where are my trainers?” My little ones still hold out hope that I will know the answers.
This week, in an unlikely turn of events, one of these abrupt wakenings has been making me smile every time I think of it. Girl2 woke me with the announcement, “I really like rolling.”