Saturday Mornings

This morning Daz left for work to do a 10 hour shift at 3.30 am. Then 4.30 and Eva went for a wee and Jack decided it was time to get up.
I remember a time when i would be getting home from a night out at 4.30, not getting up for the day.
So pre kids, a friday would be finish work, home shower, changed and out to the pub. Last night was cook homemade curry, have my mom and dad round, then bed at half 10. Before kids i would just be heading up to town to the clubs at half 10.
Club used to close at 3, then it would be over to get a burger and chips(with ALL the salad, except onions and tomatoes, we thought that was hilarious)then walk to get a taxi, talk to anyone and everyone, and then finally get home between 4 and 4.30, stopping in bed til at least lunchtime, getting up, going to get a mcdonalds hangover burger, chips and large diet coke, then going home to get showered before doing it all over again.
Now Saturdays consist of some very early mornings, messy breakfasts, fun bath times, changing nappies (and mopping up wee at nappy free time)playing tag up and down the living room, pretend ballet lessons, moaning, tears, laughing. If the weathers nice playing in my mom's garden(until we move to "the new house")or to feed the fish and the ducks at the garden centre, trip to the shops or the park, any work i need to do, and a couple of hours chilling between my lovelys going to bed and me going to bed.
Sometimes i do wish i could have a long lie in, but would i have my life any other way? Not a chance! Being a mommy can be such hard work, especially if you've got 2 grumps both wanting mommy, or whatever the other has, but it's the most amazing rewarding thing you will ever do, and sometime to truly cherish. When i had Eva and people told me to cherish every moment as it goes so fast i didnt believe them. Now shes 3 and Jacks 1 and sometimes i feel like i've blinked and missed it.
O well best be off, i'm being asked to do some "spinarooneys" and starjumps. O and need to have a good tidy up at somepoint...but lets face it,
"Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

I hope that my child, looking back on today
Will remember a mother who had time to play;
Because children grow up while you're not looking,
There are years ahead for cleaning and cooking.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
xx