“Mamma, wake up. Do wake up.” It was my three-year old at 6:30 in the morning.
“Go away. Let me sleep.”
“No, wake up. See it is light already.”
The kids had a holiday, and I was really looking forward to lying in for an hour longer than I can normally afford. But my son had other plans for me.
I definitely minded being forced to get up when I didn’t need to, but much more I was irritated with my son. Is he the same boy who needs to be dragged out of bed at 7:15 on school days?