This morning I am officially a grumpy mummy.
Last night DD3 had a friend over for a sleep-over.
Luckily it is half-term, as the wicked little pair of monkeys stayed awake chattering , despite numerous visits from me telling them it was most definitely time to sleep, till 02.30 am when I went in after having been woken up for about the sixth time by gales of laughter from their room, and officially read them the Riot Act.
In all fairness, they did then settle, and peace was restored until the phone rang at 07.55 and woke me up. It was DH phoning me from work asking me to arrange a viewing of a house he wants to look at.
I am not a happy camper, as I do not function on approx 6 hours of sleep in 24 hours.
Despite this, I did manage to be sociable enough to produce home-made chocolate waffles for the girls when they got up.
Our visitor departed at 10am, and I am officially collapsed in a crumpled heap at the computer desk.
I can`t wait for bedtime.