I thought i would start a blog just discribing my day with three kids.
My day started the same as it always does with my three year old climbing into my bed and kissing me while i am trying to get the last bit of sleep in before the clock screams at me.Openning one eye i look at the clock and see it's 6:30 I groan and kiss him before sending him downstairs to put the tv on. He doesn't go downstairs
instead he goes and gets into his big brothers bed and plays star wars with a very sleepy boy
. who slowly wakes up and joins in. They then together thunder downstairs put the tv on too loud and proceed to pour coco pops all over my kitchen floor pour milk down the front of the fridge then sit in the lounge trying to eat their cereal with a fork.
By this time I have dragged my sorry butt out of bed and am starring blearry eyed into the bathroom mirror.
Downstairs i can hear my two delightful cherubs now trying to get dressed. this involves my oldest boy searching for a shoe for 10 mins while i know full well it is on the trampoline in the back garden. I had told him every day for the last six months not to leave them outside all night but to no avail. I don't shout down and tell him this as while he is searching he is getting less and less time left over to go on the wii before school. this seems like good justice for leaving his poor shoe to get wet.
I eventually am dressed and heading down stairs. on the way down I stick my head round my daughters door. she grunts 
and rolls to face the wall I presume the grunt was a yes mum i'm now getting out of bed and so I carry on downstairs.