I look at the clock and sigh.
But he agrees not to get up until 6. That's a good start.
Next task. Agree the schedule for the morning.
"You work it out Mammy."
Off he went into his den with his hot chocolate with the promise of a 15 minute reminder at 7.30 about his shower.
He actually seemed excited! Every time he popped into the kitchen he had something new to tell me: including the child-friendly-sounding quacker rays that turn your enemies into ducks...I like the sound of that. I wonder would it work on burglars?
I had forgotten to check his tie and found that he had unpicked part of it: cue a rapid sewing job.
He had his shower. No protest.
I held my breath as he put on the new shirt - approved by him in the shop, but boys can change their minds can't they?
"The sleeves are a bit long," he said.
I waited, but that was all.
He proved his multi-tasking abilities by describing all the attributes of the Agents of Dread and tying a perfect knot in his tie at the same time!
Breakfast was eaten, teeth were cleaned and, while lots of reminders were needed, everything was done with good humour. Now I know that saying bye bye to mainstream two years ago was the right decision.
I heard the beep beep of the bus and he looked as he crossed the road.
"All good?" asked the bus driver.
"All good," I replied.