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Date: 02 June 2008 20:36:36
Mr Standard was away over the weekend. When he is I miss him. I also miss his help with the kids, particularly with the getting-up and the tea-and-bedtime bits. To survive I find I have to get up, shower and dress before they wake. They wake early. I need sleep. It's a balance guessing how late I can stay in bed while still having enough time to get up before them.
Saturday was fine. I got up at 6:30am, showered and had finished dressing before Toddler appeared from his room to tell me about the wolf that wanted to blow my house down.
Sunday wasn't quite so fine. I got up at 6:40am. No noise from the kid's room so I decided to go and shower downstairs. I get in the shower. A minute later the water pressure drops. I start to curse the house mate that must be using the upstairs shower at this unearthly hour. Seconds later the pressure returns. I figure that they must have just been washing their hands or something. Then it drops again. Then it returns. Then it drops. And returns again. I am confused. I shower with intermittent water pressure. When I come out of the bathroom I hear the cries from upstairs: “Mummy. Mum-eeeeee. Come upstairs mummy”. Toddler is awake. Toddler is standing at the gate at the top of the stairs. He grins when I appear. And holds up his arms: “Mummy. I wet.” Toddler has worked out how to turn taps on and off and on and off again.