The era of more sleep.

It is upon us. I see it glittering in the distance. A day where the mirror greets me with ease and the heavy lids are replaced by twinkling, refreshed eyes.

This morning Craig and I were indulged in a 9.30am sleep in.

And despite us waking to Avalons' "hand in poo" comments (which turned out to be the understatement of the century), no amount of poo in sleeping sacks can taint my morning's vibe.

I think I got 5 hours in a row, and after a short nappy change and bed cuddles with Willow, we all slept a further 2.5 hours! Not unheard of in our family, but unheard of since Willow's arrival.

So I write this with a little hesitation, but I'm confident enough to say that my dreams are on the way back to me! And I will welcome them, because whether they be enjoyable, or the stuff of nightmares, it means that I am actually sleeping! And that's a nice thought to wake up to.

Showering alone

Another thing that nobody cared to warn me about when entering motherhood.

The showering experience is redefined.

No longer is it a chance to spend time with your thoughts and the water. No longer does the beating of the wet drown out the cares of the world. Because now, those cares in my world are there with me. In the bathroom. With little hands that pull out shaving cream from drawers and toothpaste tubes off benches.

Those cares are also staring at you with interest while you tell yourself that you shouldn't let your own kid make you feel self-conscious. I mean, one look at them naked and you can tell they haven't given the shape of their curves a second thought.

Those carefree shower days are mostly gone for now, and replaced with singing hi-5 songs and encouraging them to play alone with the various toys you have chosen to occupy them with for the duration of shower time.

It's definitely not a time for me to relax with my own thought. For days where I have ventured to do so end in disaster.

One time, I came to and noticed that the cupboard was not locked, and Ava had fished out a shaver to play with. I thankfully launched out of the shower, saturating her and the floor as I narrowly prevented it from entering her mouth.

But I tell you what, struggling to keep them occupied is still better than waking up 15 minutes earlier than them to chance a shower alone.

Oh precious, precious, ever elusive sleep....