Yeah, like we’re saving buckets of it in a dark closet to bring out on a dull winter’s afternoon.
DD is not impressed and insists on waking at some ungodly hour. She took over my side of the bed while I had a shower, covered me in uncompliments while I got dressed (like I really need to know I have a fat bottom) and then demanded that I provide breakfast. She had given up on asking her father by that point.
No pay off in the evening. She still wants to go to bed late.
Sigh. I need a couple of extra hours of sleep to catch up, somehow.