The Dreaded Morning.

Ok this morning is like every single morning when I have to go to work. I have a set time to get up yet I can not get past a certain time and have to get up before the alarm goes off. Then Sinead wakes up and realises that mummy is not there and bolts down the stairs with tears in her eyes.

Then I sit on my bottom on the computer and waste time when really I could be doing something productive. Its like my mind wants to stay in bed when my body is the total contrast it needs to be up to get to work.

I know how the rest of this morning is going to go and I hate it. I will basically get ready way too quick and catch the early bus which gets me into work an hour early. Before I even get out the door I have to get past Sinead who will be there blocking my path with tears coming down her face yet again.

Really need to get these mornings sorted out cause Sinead is back to school very soon.