Happiness is an empty house in the mornings...

School started last week. The children bounded into our room at 7am, yelling with excitement that this day, so fervently awaited at finally arrived. "School is starting! Hurrah!" They woke us gleefully. They leaped into their school uniforms. To say that they were eager to go back to school was an understatement. And then they had their breakfast.

"Did you hear them? Were you ever like that?" I said to T, my eyes still shut. He muttered under the covers, "They're wierd."

And it continues this week. Even C is docile and obliging about homework. His teacher is pleased. He has had two friends invite themselves over. K's friend has invited her. Both are fairly easy to wake for they don't want to be late ever.

And in the mornings, there is a blessed silence which has allowed me to work.
It's all good.