My daughter is a rooster.
Not an actual rooster (this time, at least). A rooster in the sense that she's taken to waking up at the crack of dawn, coming into our room, screeching "IT'S MORNING" as loudly as she can, and going back to bed. Every day. Weekends and holidays including. It wouldn't be so bad except once she's woken me up, I'm up. So of course she has more energy than me all day long, which is a given anyway. What's worse is that we couldn't put her into nursery school because of her... condition, so I'm stuck with her all day. I shouldn't say stuck like it's a bad thing, because it's definitely not, but it gets exhausting some of the time.
Ted's lucky. He's taken to wearing earplugs to bed so Nymphadora doesn't wake him up. I'd cast some sort of silencing charm, but one of us needs to be able to hear in case the fire alarm goes off or there's another explosion or Nymphadora has a nightmare. Lucky me.
The exciting news is that we moved out of our flat! After last months issues we decided it would be best to get away from the city so we've got a nice country cottage. Ted can still Apparate to work and it's not so far away that Ted's mother can't come visit us all the time.
I need to go make my little rooster breakfast now. She's decided not to eat the colour orange so every morning's an adventure!
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