Breakfast time

As I mentioned before, mornings and hence breakfast can be very early here. I am not a morning person, never have been. It takes me ages to properly wake up, to get my behind in gear but when you have a child (and three cats) you sort of have to jump into action if you like it or not.

Organising breakfast is a challenge: I stumble downstairs, usually carrying my daughter since she refuses to walk down the stairs first thing. All the way she will call "Hoops, I want hoops", which means that round cereal which pretends to be healthy while in actual fact it isn't. But it is quick, she loves it and she eats plenty of healthy stuff in the day. That's my excuse anyway.

I usually stumble back into the kitchen, the meows from the three impatient feline creatures get louder and louder and stagger to my tassimo to make the first of many cups of coffee a day. I tend to feed the cats first, as I always have this slight worry that otherwise they might just gang up on me and god knows what they would be capable off.

I know this sounds stressful and believe me it can be - especially if a dead mouse/bird is thrown into the mix. Still, there is something lovely about my daughter first thing in the morning, she usually wakes up in a good mood, gives me a cuddle and we giggle and say silly things.

One of my favourite moments of being a Mama.