By Cari Rosen, November 22, 2010
It is 6am on a weekend morning.
This is an hour I have not cared to acquaint myself with since… well, ever really. And since the child was a new-born, to be fair, I have not really had to.
With very little instruction she has adhered rather nicely to the seven till seven rule - and on the occasions that she does wake early she will happily chat to her toys, the curtains and the towel hanging on the back of the door until her mother staggers in to bid her good morning.
But today, for reasons I have not been able to fathom, it's all gone wrong.