As parents, we are just as fickle as our children.
It is 5.50am Sunday morning. I am lying in bed, in that half-sleep-half-waking-state when I hear a muted sob from downstairs. The Mop is awake. A single sob is unusual, once she wakes she usually treats us to a rousing chorus of heartbreaking tears and tantrums, but not today. She is very quiet.
She is so cute, I think to myself. With her little cherub face, and her little pigtails. I want a cuddle. I will her to come upstairs. My jedi mind powers don't seem to be working.
My husband and I are both pretending to be asleep so we don't have to be the one to get up. It's only a matter of time before she starts crying and wakes the other two girls. So far though, silence. I wonder what she's doing.
It has been ten minutes and she has made only the smallest of noises. It's raining outside and a bit cold for October, I don't really want to get out of bed, but I would like a cuddle. Why won't she come upstairs to find us, then I can pull her into bed with me.
Eventually we hear: 'Mummy? Daddy?'
Then: 'Mummmy? Dadddy?'
Then: 'MUMMMMMMY DADDDDY MUMMYDADYMUMMYDADDY'.
My husband bounds out of bed. Maybe he doesn't know I am awake. He 'accidentally' tosses a pillow at me.
Yeah he knows.
I open my eyes and tell him, 'Can you get her to come upstairs for a cuddle?'
Soon a little head appears, with wonky, slept-in pigtails. So cute.
She is preceded by a devastating ponk. Oh, that's what she's been doing.
'I done poo,' she says.
'I know,' I tell her. I really wanted a cuddle but I don't really want the poo-monster in my bed.
'Why don't you go downstairs with Daddy and after he changes you come back up for a cuddle with Mummy?'
I expect her to get very excited, cuddles with Mummy in bed is rare indeed. How often, as Mums, are we in bed while our kids are up?
But she shakes her little head.
'No' she says. 'I want breakfast.'
And that was that. Dumped for a bowl of Weetbix.