I have strong and well-formed opinions re: Daylight Savings Time, but I have to admit that the thing about an extra hour in bed in the autumn* is generally fallacious.

Except today.

The toddler woke at around 2am and bimbled into the main bedroom, demanded “Where’s Mummy?” twice, collapsed on the duvet, and stayed there until 6:45am GMT.

This is a major parenting win. We actually got to sleep in before prepping her for nursery/daycare. It won’t last – it never does – but we celebrate it anyway.

[*] balanced by “a horrendous morning in the spring”