*having a carry on: Scottish for misbehaving, being giddy.
It is an hour and a half since I put the oldest to bed, and here I am climbing the stairs again.
It’s my turn, as Mr HB went up half an hour ago.
‘Why won’t you go to sleep? You are both grumpy all day, and then when we put you to bed, you have a carry on* for hours.’
‘Mummy, it’s too light.’
‘It is not. You’re not even trying to sleep. Go to bed. And no more nonsense!’
I went to bed early, as I usually do, and a grey light came through the curtains, even at half ten when I put my light off.
5am, and I’m up again. The sun is already up, the sky is blue. I realise the kids were right:
it’s too light.