Here’s an excerpt from my latest humour column in The Calgary Herald:
You know you’re a parent when you pray that your children allow you to sleep in. Until 7: 30 a.m.
Last Saturday my husband vacated the bedroom early to pursue his hobby of collecting other people’s useless crap, also known as rummaging through garage sales. I was in my typical sleepy state of sensory deprivation – earplugs in, blackout blind drawn, my entire body mummified under the covers – completely unaware that he’d left to partake in the 21st-century suburban ritual of swapping stuff from IKEA.
I wasn’t alone for long.
Click here to read the rest of The Diary of a Sleep-Deprived Mom.
And then tell me: do you sleep in?
Maybe I can live vicariously.