My daughter, like me, used to always be a late riser.
I've never been particularly fond of waking up early. I can stay up as late as required, but waking up before 7 AM? That never happened unless necessary. And, apparently, my daughter decided to take after me.
When she was little, bedtime was often a battle.
No amount of cajoling worked. She would sleep late, wake up late, and, for some reason, insisted that her dad put her to bed. Not me. Her dad.
So there would be my husband, weary-eyed and exhausted, staying up until she finally fell asleep.
I didn't complain too much about this arrangement. 😄 She would sleep past 11 PM and wake up after 9 AM, which meant that even on the days I woke up late, I had plenty of time to finish most of my morning tasks before she was up.
It worked rather well for me.
Until one morning, when she woke up at 7.

