And within ten minutes of last night’s post about a sleepy Amber she was up again.
Until the cuteness had completely worn off.
This morning, she was up at 5.30, asking to come in with us, to which the Lovely Melanie explained that, as usual, she would have to to wait until 7am (we don’t specify times to Amber, obviously, but we told her again that she wasn’t allowed in until “morning”).
At 7.10 she was banging on her door again so the Lovely Melanie let her come in with us; whereupon Amber crawled all over the bed, chattered continually to White-White and kicked everyone else in the stomach, before standing up and switching the bedside light on.
After five warnings my temper snapped: I scooped her up and dumped her unceremoniously back in her room and
shut slammed the door.
Cue a 30-minute screaming fit that really set everyone up for the whole day – all except Millie who miraculously slept through it.