As I padded around our house at 5am in my slippers for the fifth morning in a row, I realised it has finally happened.
I am my mother.
She’s often found out of bed in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep because she suffers from a particular kind of insomnia that I now appear to have inherited.
You see, our fitful mornings are caused by early night syndrome. Logic dictates that I’ll sleep longer in the morning if I go to bed later. But by 9.30pm I’m ready for my kip.
My mum is 62. It’s alright for her to go to bed early. I’m 32 and have already developed this pesky sleep pattern.
All women morph into their mums eventually. I just didn’t plan for it to happen so soon.