There is a tiny human in my life (four years old, and very sweet) who is wide awake at 9pm.
Waiting for her best friend (me) to take her back to bed.
It’s unknown the origins of this excess late night energy she possesses.
I’m both annoyed that she’s awake and grateful to have more time with her, all in the same breath.
Isn’t life brilliant, how it opposes and contradicts itself?
Now, If you’ll excuse me: I have to go and give some Mummy cuddles.
xx Brooke

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