Jigsaws

Ideally I’d prefer not to watch Bananas in Pyjamas as I drink my coffee. But mornings are not my own. What was once staring time has turned into crazy time. What was Everybody Loves Raymond followed by Frasier time has turned into Shaun the Sheep followed by Postman Pat time.

In positive news though, my jigsaw skills have come on no end. I don’t think I was very good at them when I was a kid, but now (with Koa’s help) I’m completing the ‘outer space’ 3+ jigsaw with relatively little drama. I’ve started timing myself and I’m consistently quicker post-coffee which I suppose is to be expected.

Pre-children, the gap between waking up and going to work barely existed. I’d allow minimal getting-ready time to maximise bed time. Now it stretches out – like a week in itself. Who knew all this time was there for the taking? Imagine the man I could have been or the sheer number of Frasier episodes I could have watched if I’d made the most of it. I guess that’s why old people get up so early – they’ve discovered the week of extra time, and Channel 4’s early morning programming. 

I don’t love 6am – its not my favourite time to do funtivities. But, it is Koa’s. So for the sake of fatherhood I’ll suck it up because quality time is quality time and my boys won’t always want to play jigsaws with me as soon as they roll out of bed. So rather than wishing I was in bed, I’m going to try to hang onto every early morning moment that I’ve got.

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