Early Bird

I hate mornings.

Really hate them.

About a year before I became pregnant we got a puppy, an addition to our household I wasn't terribly keen on but my husband was desperate for. He looked at other peoples dogs in the same kind of way broody women look at babies.

Most of our friends were married and the wild parties we all use to go to had already firmly been replaced with dinner parties (some food but still plenty of alcohol) but once we had the dog these evenings were cut short, preferring to be awake bright and early for a long dog walk.

We would stroll along while the dog ferreted around in the bushes, watching other couples with their children pushing off road buggies or joggers out on early morning runs, talking about our future and how that would definitely entail children.

My husband has always known I'm not a fan of mornings but clearly he assumed this had changed once we were regularly walking the dog by 7:30am at the weekends.

Now our son is nine months old, for nine months neither of us have regularly had a full nights sleep... between the colic, the reflux and the teething, sleep has been rather elusive. He has to get up for work, I (still) don't have to be anywhere in particular in the morning and even if I do, who says I have to be on time? So I hide under the covers while the two of them have breakfast together, only dragging myself out of bed when he leaves to go to work and I take over baby duty.

This apparently has become an issue of contention, not that he says anything, just mumbles under his breath as he leaves the bedroom in the morning, or coming in with the baby and making pointed comments about "mummy still being in bed". I get that he's up with the baby, I'm appreciative of the fact I can stay in bed a whole extra hour, I know that most of the time when I get up with the baby in the night it disturbs him even if he doesn't have to get out of bed but he knew long before the baby arrived that I am not a morning person.

I know going to work is hard, I remember it even if it does feel like a life time ago, but staying home with a teething baby suffering with reflux isn't always a picnic either and that hour is probably the only hour I'll have all to myself today so please don't begrudge me it.