Before I had kids, I found putting the clocks forward an hour in spring rather annoying. I would complain about the one less hour I got to spend in bed, and then feel rushed to get out the door to work.
Now, as a mum of two kids, I can't wait to put the clocks forward and hurry the mornings up a bit. My mornings are no longer leisurely affairs involving hot coffees and news briefings but hectic, long and noisy affairs involving a never-ending search for kids' shoes.
Here's an example of how my pre-daylight saving morning usually goes:
5.15am - My husband Jules 'quietly' leaves home for a sneaky pre-work surf. I doze for a bit hoping that today is the day we get a sleep-in.
5.30am – I try to ignore the sound of Leo's little footsteps heading towards our bedroom. Or if I'm really lucky he might just start yelling 'MUMMY!" on repeat until I stumble into his room to ask him to use his indoor voice before he wakes up Toby.
5.35am - Toby appears bleary eyed in his doorway asking who woke him up.
5.45am - I encourage the boys to stay in bed with me so I can keep my eyes closed for a bit. We have a quick cuddle and I try and do some mantras about feeling blessed while wondering if Uber Eats could deliver a hot coffee to my bed.
5.47am - Someone accidentally kicks someone else and screams. I throw off the covers and we're on.
6.01am – First thing is first and the kettle goes on. Leo suddenly remembers the toy he got from Santa last year, that green one and tells me to find it. NOW.
6.03am – All requests are drowned out until I take the first sip of tea. Both boys are lying on the sofa feeling 'tired'. They mistakenly interpret my suggestion to go back to bed for 'fight each other' and start wrestling. I yell something.
6.07am- The kids finally decide they will now be ready to be served their breakfast. There's a fight about who sits where and who eats what. I get the dishwasher emptied and think about feeding the cat.
6.15am – Breakfast is apparently finished and there seems to be a lot of it on the table, the floor, the chairs and on their faces. I wipe everything and think that this is exactly what I dreamed of when I thought about having a family.
6.25am - I have to make school lunches and yet here's a notification that The Iconic has a 30% off sale. Quick scroll from inside pantry before I remember that I must feed the cat.
6.30am – Prise nerf gun from Toby and suggest a shower. A scrunched up note from school that needed actioning yesterday suddenly appears before my eyes. I have to login to the school app (or is it the portal?) and proceed to throw many bits of paper around while swearing and searching for the password. The cat is meowing at me loudly through the screen door.
6.45am – Toby emerges semi-dressed wondering if I have washed his school uniform. I have vague memories of throwing on a load last Thursday. I retrieve a washed shirt from the line and feel like super mum. My stellar efforts are not recognised.
6.53am – As I finally feed the poor cat and make myself some toast, Leo streaks around the house nude while I attempt to brush out the massive dreadlocks from the back of his head.
7.05am - Toby and Leo are now dressed and fed but bored. We play hide and seek, but only if I hide and Leo tells me exactly where that hiding place must be. My tea is cold but I appreciate the time hiding behind the curtain so I can check emails and berate myself for not being in the moment.
7.21am - I have a quick shower while trying not to hear the nerf gun warfare that has commenced outside the bathroom door. I hear crying. It isn't too loud so I decide the injury is minor enough for me to wash the shampoo out.
7.35am – Husband Jules returns from the surf with a barista made coffee delivered to my hand and I am now the happiest woman alive (with a clear caffeine-addiction issue).
7.45am – I slap on some SPF face cream and don the day pyjamas, also known as active wear. Someone is crying and also hungry 'for a snack' and alarmingly can't find nerf bullets/socks/shoes/handball/favourite toy from 2019. But I have coffee – so all is good!
7.46-8.35am – Repeat as per last point while I occasionally scroll the gram or yell something at someone about lost shoes being 'where you last left them' while feeling guilty and then thinking that this is exactly what I pictured when I imagined having a family.
9am – we all leave the house. Someone needs a poo. We go back in the house.
9.04am – we leave the house again. I think 'thank F--K!' as I shut the door. Toby tells me off for swearing and I realise that I did not think it.
9.05am - I wave them off and watch their sweet little faces smiling at me. I tell them I love them and my heart breaks into a thousand pieces as I think about how much I really bloody love them. I try not to cry.
9.21am – I eat my lunch in peace.
When the clocks do finally go forward in a couple of weeks, I will no doubt be lamenting the long, hectic mornings when I had the time to scroll Insta while playing hide and seek rather than running about the place shrieking 'we're going to be late!' as I search for missing left shoes.
Then again, maybe not.