I suffered from an awful bout of insomnia last year and even though that is all but gone, only suffering from maybe one bad night every couple of months as opposed to every other night, I still struggle to sleep for long lengths of time. My children are finally all at an age where they don’t wake at the crack of dawn and I just don’t have the ability to sleep in. How cruel is that? But actually, waking up to a sleeping house is actually a rather lovely gentle way to start the day. I remember vividly when my alarm clock was often in the form of being cracked on the head by a Gloworm. GOOD MORNING MUMMY! Time to come around and feel (almost) human before the onslaught of noisy children is just blissful. And a long time coming.
But then quite out of nowhere a few weeks ago, having woken up far too early and done the usual bleary eyed reaching for the iPhone to scroll through Instagram and Twitter to find that (not surprisingly) my timeline is still in the land of nod, I thought I might take advantage of the sleeping house and do my Davina workout DVD in peace. Part of me thought that I had gone mad so another part of me leapt out of bed before I changed my mind. And that quickly became my favourite way to start the day. There was something so good about getting it out of the way and it meant that I didn’t have to find excuses later on in the day not to do it. But actually I really loved starting the day on such a buzz and that feeling would see me through the whole day. Plus there was something terribly smug about waking Mr Mostly with a coffee in bed at eight (yes he is terribly spoilt) knowing that I had already done a workout, showered and got myself ready as well as getting four children up and breakfasted, packed lunches made, book bags checked, dishwasher unloaded and loaded, teenagers shooed out of the door and littlies ready for the school run all while he was still snoozing.
But then the clocks changed and it all went to pot. Seriously. Other than the normal day of confusion, I swear that I can’t remember ever being affected so much by the old springing forward malarkey. What is that all about? But since Sunday, I have slept in every single day. Well, when I say slept in, I mean the alarm has woken me at seven every morning rather than my body clock waking me up at silly o’clock. Is it such a bad thing to be having a full nights sleep like a normal person though? Erm in a word.. no! These seven o’clock starts mean that there is no time to squeeze in a workout before the school run of course, heck I barely have time to clamber out off bed and round up the brood for the usual morning madness. Me, working out at six in the morning? It was never going to last, was it? Ha! Happy Friday folks!