I wake up around 5.30 every morning when Daisy comes into bed. She tries to feign a bad dream or being cold or something just to make sure she can squeeze between Rob and I. Sometimes she goes back to sleep, sometimes she just lays there waiting for one to us to move. It’s always me. And that’s OK. We head out to the lounge room grabbing dressing gowns and putting the heat on as we go. If there are coals still burning from the night before I throw some wood in and wait patiently for the flames to appear once again. The TV goes on, Daisy gets some milk and settles in, and I open my laptop to see what’s happening in the world. Harper and Rob sleep on. They appear sometime later on nattering as they walk down the hallway together talking of sleep and dreams. The coffee machine goes on and my kind husband makes me a coffee, as he does, every morning. We’re up. All up. The day begins.
It’s Preschool or trips to the park or shops that fill our mornings. Finger buns or biscuits, juice and fruit. A rest comes after lunch for Harper while Daisy settles on the couch to watch something on a Discovery Channel. Rob pops in and out of his office if he’s home grabbing a tea or a cuddle as the day goes on. Washing out, washing in, wood chopped, fires set, dinner prepped. Trips to the post office to pick something up, or send something off. Pulling weeds as I walk past, picking flowers as I go.
We eat together most nights – a family dinner as Daisy calls it – and we chat about the day that was. After dinner Rob bathes the girls while I clean up, then get the girls dressed in front of the fire. It’s time for quiet games, a puzzle a book and then it’s off to bed – Rob taking Harper back down the hallway nattering about dreams and sleep as they go. I take Daisy sometime soon after we read books and then I sit, waiting for sleep to come.
It’s then our time. To talk and watch and laugh and snuggle. To blog, to tweet, to drink to be. We head to bed not late, who knows what or who will be the first to wake. Sleep comes easily – it’s dark, it’s quiet, it’s cold.
It’s a simple life these days but one I wouldn’t swap for the world. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, more at peace and more at home than I am, right now, 33, 11 months and 3 weeks.