Giving up the battle

This morning we gave up the battle. And it felt great. 

Mornings have been a massive battle for control, and last night we decided we just weren't going to do that any more. When we thought about it, *really* thought about it, we realised that all the 'rules' we had been trying to enforce were actually totally arbitrary. You can't go downstairs until six o'clock - why not? What difference would it actually make? 

So Tickle woke at 5am, and Husband got him a drink and snack, and said he could play. We snoozed. Then Tickle wanted the iPad to watch CBeebies, so we gave it to him. We snoozed. Then he wanted to go downstairs and play, so we let him. We snoozed. He sounded like he was getting a bit silly, so we called down and reminded him he'd have to come up if he was going to be silly. He calmed down. We snoozed. Husband had a shower. 

Tickle started asking for breakfast around ten past six, by which time Husband was nearly finished, so he was happy to wait for five minutes, particularly as he was allowed to go back down to play. 

There was no shouting. (Well, not before seven o'clock at least..!) And I got to have a cuddle with my favourite kitten :)



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