Our middle child is awake on and off for three hours, crying with cramps in his feet, needing massages, creams rubbed in and finally paracetamol when I am too exhausted to continue the massaging. As a result, we oversleep the next day, waking up at when we needed to be out the door at 8 on the dot. It is Tuesday. I pour cereal whilst packing snack boxes. Carry down the dirty clothes basket, sort through it and put on a load of laundry then unpack the dishwasher and put away the pots and pans from the night before. Made sure drink bottles are filled, that my laptop is by the door instead of on the table where I had finished working late Monday night.