Middle girl has been sleeping in our room for 3 weeks now. She’s woke me and hubby at 4.10am, 5am, 5.20am and many other ridiculously early hours pretty much every morning, she’s showing no sign of having learnt her lesson!
There’s only 3 weeks till the fat man comes down the chimney, I wonder what list she is on this year.
I am so tired that I can barely function. My house is dirty, my washing basket is over flowing, my to do list is getting bigger and bigger, our diets have consisted of what ever can be done quickest and with the least mess. I’ve presents to wrap and cards to write. I’ve got appointments and school plays filling my diary for the next 2 weeks, I just need to find the energy to be able to them.
If I put her back in her own bed she’ll wake baby girl and then she’ll get in trouble at school because she’s tired.
This is supposed to be season of joy and happiness. Instead its miserable.
This is an impossible situation that can’t carry on, it just can’t.