This is a short rant about sleep (or lack of). Last night I was up no less than six times with Little B in the space of seven hours. That’s basically once an hour. Of course no sooner was I finally able to sink into a deep sleep as dawn broke than I was jolted awake by the alarm clock.
While all this is mightily vexing, especially on a day when I really need to concentrate workwise, what bugs me the most is Misery Guts’ ability to roll over, turn his back on the situation and go back to sleep. As Little B starts to wail into the darkness Misery Guts stirs, at best.
I swear he’s more awake than he lets on, and he swears he isn’t. What would happen if I did that? I’ll tell you: Little B would continue to wail. And wail and wail.
Instead, after almost seven months of nights like this, I feel like wailing. And wailing and wailing…
He is so so cute. Love your blog would be great if you could check my latest post too 🙂
Yes I will have a look! x
Thanks lovely x
I remember the days! This, too, shall pass, and as crazy as it sounds right now, you will miss it. : )
Will I? Really??!!