The Brat woke up at 3.30 this morning discretely yelling the house down because she had cramp in her leg. This is about the 3rd time in a couple of months and it is always in the obscure hours of the morning

Growing pains my mum would have called it

but I can't remember suffering cramp like that

I have told her it is God's punishment that she doesn't keep her room tidy and she will keep experiencing muscle seizure until she shows some remorse and restorative actions.
She rolls her eyes at me - but I couldn't resist this morning when I responded to the emergency screaming to comment that I would have got there faster if I hadn't been slowed down by the barricades of clothes and general debris in her room
