Something fairly astonishing happened in our household yesterday morning- I was woken up by the alarm clock at 7.15 in the morning. Okay, by alarm clock I mean the alarm on my phone as one of the kids has run off with my actual alarm clock, but the gist of it is there: none of our three children were awake at an ungodly hour. Danger hadn’t even been up in the night, he had a bottle at about 10pm when I rudely awakened him by pottering about in the loft above his room.
This morning, the same thing happened, albeit after an excursion to Dangers bedroom in the middle of the night to give him a bottle. My alarm woke me up as the littlest was still asleep. More impressively, the boy and Fifi were both up and about and watching Spider-Man on CITV downstairs. Which was nice.
I’m still feeling groggy after two nights of reasonable sleep though, I don’t think my body is entirely used to it yet. It could take a while…