Just tell me why

Why does a toddler who slept till 6.45 am for a week or so (a lie in for people like me) start waking at 5.30am?

Why does she insist on Mummy to be with her at that time?

Why does this make me a demented looney?

Why is sleep so important anyway? Surely in this day and age there is a legal alternative for grown ups who frankly just don't have the time. Some sort of box you could install that you stick your head in for 1/2 hour and bingo 8 hours restorative, dreamless sleep equivilent.

Why is sleep my obsession? Why can't I obsess over wrinkles and cellulite (or maybe i do that too, actually my obsession repertoire is actually pretty big best not go there).

Why does my head feel like a cement mixer and I only drank one glass of cider last night? Hardly seems worth it, if I'd known I'd have gone for the several pints with an absinthe chaser.

Still on the upside my husband's clearly none too keen on the demented loon so sent me back to bed once the girls were up, milked and happily wrecking the joint.

I will now ponder why I have about 50 loads of washing to do when there are only 4 of us. After I've closed my eyes to think about my new sleep machine that wil make me a millionare of course.

Happy Sunday.

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