Me, this morning feeling slightly more human after some breakfast ice-cream.
E woke up at 5:36am on the dot yesterday, like she does most days.
Try as I might, I cannot for the life of me find her alarm clock that wakes her as this ungodly hour to remove the batteries from it. She's hidden it well, the little monkey.
Yesterday morning we really weren't feeling the early wake up call, and we could not wake up all day. This is why it came to be that I ate ice-cream (Vienetta to be precise - because I'm classy and was wanting to channel 1986) at 10am in the morning. Some might say 10am is too early for ice-cream, and perhaps if you rose at the less ungodly hour of 8am perhaps, or 9:30am on a Sunday, as we did in our childless days, then yes, you would be right - 10am is far too early for ice-cream. But when you've been awake for 4.5 hours with a baby that is looking like she might refuse all her naps all day then you might agree that not only is 10am not too early for ice-cream but it is positively the best idea ever. And it was, because I was right, there was no napping to be had in the Red Boots household at all.
E's toy dog felt how we all felt by 12pm:
By 3pm there was still no napping to be had. Then we got to 4:30pm and a massive meltdown was had by E because she was tired. We couldn't put her down for a nap at 4:30pm because then we wouldn't get her back to bed for the evening until midnight, so we managed to keep her awake til 6pm (let us please never talk about the horror of 4:30pm to 6pm yesterday evening ever again).
I have a feeling she's going to wake up earlier and earlier until I'm eating ice-cream at 3am and weighing 40 stone.