Normally, (ie. before a child entered my life) I would have enjoyed the extra bit of sleep-in and lamented the loss of extra daylight for the impending Winter. But this year, Fern awoke at 5am and screeched for her morning bottle not caring the slightest that is the one day of the year that a sleep in is a god given RIGHT, not a luxury!
I forgave her for her misdemeanor, and assumed it might take 24 hours or so for her to adjust to the new schedule. That first day, though legitimately we had been up since before mentioned ungodly hour, I swear there were 43 hours instead of 25. By about 3pm, hubby and I were crawling the walls at a complete loss of what to do with ourselves!
Anyway, the punchline of this whinge is that ever since daylight savings ended my daughter has:
a. Woken up punctually at 5am and
b. Finally learnt my name for the first time in 15 months and is making up for lost time by shouting it like a broken ACDC record for as long as it takes for me to stumble bleary eyed into her room with a bottle in hand. Because no one denies my daughter her morning bottle. I would DARE you to. Shudder. As much as I hate being woken by my alarm clock, there is something more than mildly fingernails-on-blackboard worse about being raised from my deep slumber with the sound of "MUUUUM! MUMMY! MUUUM! MUMMY! MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" resonating from my daughter's room.
Of course, the knock-on effect is that my husband can slowly slide one eye open, fix it upon me and declare "she wants YOU, mum!" before rolling back over to sleep. Even our coffee machine (set on a timer doesn't switch on til 6.30am dammit!
Girrrrls I need your help! Will Fern get over this fierce loyalty to the old time-zoning or will I be watching Teletubbies at 5am for the rest of my life?? Any advice? Words of solace? An offer of earplugs, perhaps??
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