Mornings.

Rushed mornings – running around, making breakfast, getting dressed & trying to get the hubby out of bed.
Late mornings – the rush starting only after a few extra half hours in bed after the first alarm has gone off, stolen half hours, of warmth & comfort – of knowing they shouldn’t be, of the dread & the thrill growing together.
‘We are going to be late’ – the ‘yet again’ becomes the unsaid, ever present element. We laugh.
Late to office – no excuses now – I’d have rolled my eyes if I had been the early punctual bird, I did roll my eyes at the late arrivals when I occupied the righteous, right on time post.
Role reversals – thank God the people in my old role are not as arrogant as me.