All week, it has been a struggle to extract our bundle of joy from the land of dreams – opening curtains, making noise, turning on lights, and repeated instructions to get up were all only mild inconveniences and not reasons to leave the bed. On Friday, I did not wake until 7.45 – hoping that by waiting as late as possible that it may result in an immediate rising from the bed. That theory failed. Saturday, I was woken at 7.20 by a bright eyed eight year old – the joys of parenthood |