This is not meant cruelly but La was in a proper kefuffle this morning. For weeks La has been building up, unknowingly to Sunday's move forward. A notorious bad sleeper, for the last few weeks she has been up at 4am, with the birds just outside her bedroom window, attempting to persuade me and her Dad that it was breakfast time.
Last night, despite being blatantly shattered she did put up a fair bit of resistance at going to bed at 9pm(was 8pm) but me oh my, this morning she was a sight to behold. She was properly shocked when her Dad got up at what in La's world was 5.30am and time for her solitary hour's snooze on the lounge sofa. No hassling me to get her lunchbox ready either, because, guess what, at 7am( was 6am)she was sound asleep on our bed, having risen briefly for breakfast and then succumbed to her fatigue.
Forgive me but it's so rare that we get the upper hand over La that you have to allow ourselves a little chuckle at her confusion. Tomorrow, to be sure, with her body clock reset, she'll be on top of her game and we will know all about it at 4am (was 3am). Joy.
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