Sleep is for the Weak

Tired anyway after too much to do and not enough hours in the day, I could have done without being up most of the night with my son.  He gets night terrors/bad dreams/fitful sleeping on a regular (almost nightly) basis and I am used to getting up to give him a reassuring cuddle, but last night this did not work and I think my husband and I were literally up with him the whole night.  Luckily, it wasn’t night terror,s which are the most horrific things, but he wasn’t fully awake and so reasoning with him didn’t work.  He was kicking off the duvet, wrapping himself up in it like a cocoon, tossing and turning, crying out….

In the end, my husband brought him downstairs and cuddled on the sofa with a film on for him, which is where I found them this morning having been consoling my eldest daughter who was woken up by it all and climbed into bed with me at 5am.

So, today I feel completely wiped out, as do the rest of the family.  Only Littlest is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed having slept til 8.15am and being the only one who slept through it all.  To be honest, I would have kept my boy at home today but, typically,  it is school photos.  So my kids will be the ones who are sallow-faced, barely smiling and with huge bags under their eyes.

Later I have the ‘pleasure’ of taking Littlest to Toys R Us which seems to be the only place to find Dora the Explorer stuff (I hope!).  Can you believe nowhere in the entirety of Bluewater had anything remotely Dora-ish?  She has been bribed persuaded to give up her nightly (and 3am) milk in an effort to secure the health of her teeth, my sanity and to get her out of night nappies.  So far, so good but only because I have dangled the carrot of Dora rewards.  ’Dor-wa puzzles’ is what she has asked for.  At least I can argue it’s educational.

In other *coughs* exciting news, today I get to call the John Lewis Bin Hotline.  Who knew such a thing existed?  Probably turn out to be rubbish….