We have entered that glorious time with our baby ‘Usurper’ where you don’t need an alarm clock to wake you because the minute the sun is up it is a signal to her to great the day as well. This isn’t so bad in winter, but as we in the antipodes enter into summer and the sun shows itself at around 5:30am it is a bit of a pain in the ass.
Oh well, I guess it is really only about half an hours sleep that I am missing out on.
So the alarm clock is now rendered useless and just sits there neglected having been set the night before ‘just in case’ it never gets to fulfill it’s purpose in life and actually go off. It must be getting fairly frustrating for that piece of technology constantly suffering from alarmus interruptus or something like that.
Now the early morning awakenings are one thing, but all together more disturbing is how Usurper chooses to wake us. It’s not the cute and glorious little coos and ahhhs that our toddler Little Miss used to make. Those happy sounds that you can lie in bed listening too, smiling delightedly and basking in one of the pure pleasures of being a parent.
Oh no, none of that for our baby. Our baby decides that early mornings are the perfect time to see just how loud a noise she can make, literally screaming and yelling her little head off. The first few times she did it I flew out of bed certain that she was under attack only to find her lying there holding her tongue through her wrap letting out her almighty yelps - then smiling and giggling too herself afterwards.
Maybe it is something to do with feeling the vibration of her tongue or something. God only knows, I know I have no idea. All I am certain of is that I am currently awaken each morning by the screaming of the banshee from the cot in our room. And I thought our toddlers singing was bad…..
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Sorry, but I could not help giggling to myself about how she is amusing herself right now.
Speaking of waking to sunrise, equatorial inhabitant also rise with the sun. Hence, while we were in UK in summer once, we were waking up like at 6am too. And the last few days which has been raining in the morning here, the boys and I find ourselves waking (ashame to say this) about 9am.
Oh you poor man!
I remember that stage and waking up at 5:13 AM every single morning. Not fun.
Ahh, a 9am wake up? Dare I dream of such a thing in my life ever again?
I have discovered though that at a certain level of exhaustion that it doesn’t seem to get any worse. I have discovered that I can indeed get by on 4 hours sleep a night for weeks on end if I have too. But I really really don’t want too…..