At 6.03 this morning, it was clear we were all up for the day.
YoungestGirl has slept through the night once or twice, but this is rare. She normally wakes maybe once at about 10 p.m., then again at 4 a.m. and then will go back to sleep until 7 after a breastfeed, but we seem to be experiencing some sort of regression at the moment. Last night she woke at 9.30, 11, 3 and was then up for the day at 6.
In the meantime, EldestGirl decided to play what I fondly refer to as “dickhead tag” by waking up at intervals as soon as YoungestGirl settled down.
For the nineteenth weekday in a row, I implied to TheBloke (TM) that I was fairly sure that it was Take Your Daughter to Work day. He said he’d checked and it definitely wasn’t.
Normally on a day after little-to-no sleep, we have a movie day, where I put on some utter crap on Netflix, and park EldestGirl in front of it (because slack parenting is pretty much what I do best), but today we have the dentist and EldestGirl’s gym class, helpfully spaced at intervals that mean YoungestGirl won’t get her usual nap.
It is 11 a.m. and there have been two tantrums already. Only one of them was mine.
