It’s not for ever, which is just as well, really.
Last night
10.00 pm Bed
11.55 pm Plaintive roar from boys’ bedroom. Rise to quell the boys
2.30 am Return to my own bed.
4.00 am Further plaintive roar from boys’ bedroom. Drag myself into their room and begthem on bended knee to go back to sleep.
5.40 am Hand boys over to my husband and collapse into bed.
6.30 am Princess rises, husband abandons faint hope that he had hitherto entertained of getting back to bed.
7.40 am I rise to greet the day.
And that was a pretty good night. We can remember a lot of what happened. Usually it’s just a blur of rising and collapsing.
May 16th, 2006 at 02:24
oh dear G*d… that sounds so hideous. thankfully it doesn’t last forever…that is the only mantra that would get me through.
May 16th, 2006 at 10:11
I feel your pain, though thankfully I only see in double at that time in the morning xx
May 16th, 2006 at 12:30
How awful. The Little Demon sleeps 12 hours a night unbroken. Not sure I could cope with your situation.
May 16th, 2006 at 18:03
20six is boring these day’s come back to us!
May 17th, 2006 at 15:14
Susan, Minks, DLD, your sympathy is balm to my tired eyelids or something to that effect. Ta.
Amerly, I’m touched, but you’re not exactly selling it, you realise…