MrM has a delightful habit of filling our diary with treats and interesting outings but the time allocated to sleeping has been squeezed recently. I worry about how I am going to do everything and sleep. I have noticed that if I do not get enough sleep I am distrait. My Zen guru advises that the root of my stress is that I am too attached to the concept of sleep and it is true, I am very attached to the concept of sleep, I cling to it fiercely. I think that I need to learn to say 'MrM, we are behaving like irresponsible teenagers, it is time for us to act our age. We can watch Countdown and go to bed at a sensible time.' but I don't think he is going to take me seriously. While I ponder this conundrum I sit in my sunny kitchen with a mug of tea and enjoy my Mothering Sunday daffodils.