|The big hand says: Time to go back to bed.....|
For some time now, The G has been getting up earlier than is ideal.
On good days it might be 6.30am, on bad days 5am.
Strategies employed to overcome this issue include dropping daytime naps and stepping up our efforts to teach her to tell the time.
Things have been improving, so much so that, following successive 7am risings, the consensus seemed to be that the problem had been resolved once and for all.
You see, last night, The G smashed her own record for getting up before time.
I heard her coming, it's impossible not to, crashing across the landing and flinging open the bedroom door.
"I go downstairs," she announced.
I looked at the clock.
It read 11.07pm.
Time to go back to the drawing board (but first, back to bed).