This was rubbish. Totally and utterly pants. I spent the whole week tired, grumpy, and shouting at the little people. There is no upside! I didn’t even manage to do anything very productive, unless you count the previous night’s washing up (abandoned in order to go to bed early).

Ah well. At least I have established once and for all that I am not a morning person. Plus everyone in my household now agrees that life is better when mummy is allowed to sleep. So it is a victory of sorts.