The 5.26am dilemma

So when the toddler starts screaming 'I waaaaantiiing Mummmmeeeeee' at that specific pitch that sits on your nerves and gently does a chinese burn on them (bearing in mind this happened at 12.06 and 3.26am - what is it with 6's?), do you:

a) run in and cuddle her, tell her mummy's here and everything's okay now be a good girl and GO BACK TO SLEEP (because otherwise she'll wake the baby then it all kicks off).

b) roll over, shove the ear plugs in even harder, kick the sleeping beast and make him deal with it?

c) transport yourself to a parellel universe in which you are young, free and single and on holiday in Thailand?

If I had the means of astral projection clearly option c would win everytime, since I don't and I do have some motherly instinct I did a. Which unfortunately made the toddler think, as she would, that Mummy can be controlled, manipulated and made to do almost anything. Which is true. I frequently lie cold on the floor next to her bed with a soft toy as a pillow and a baby blanket as warmth for example. But I just couldn't bring myself to do controlled crying this morning. Life's too short. So instead we started early on Cbeebies, made 'horridge' together and sort of muddled through till the other two joined us. Such is her clingon-itis at the moment though, that she accompanied me to the shower and helped me get ready for work, this involved covering herself in mummy's new Christmas body lotion too.

So if, like me, you have had a hardcore start to the day you might want to visit this blog for a good laugh. It worked for me.