I want to say I don’t know whats up with me but I do.
These last two months have been hell in a basket. Every morning, and I do mean every morning, the babies have been up at some point between 04.30 and 06.00 every morning. It wasn’t so bad in the dead of winter because from 05.00 onwards it was still dark outside so I could get the babies back to sleep for a bit and if I was lucky get another hour myself. These days though once they are up they are up and I haven’t a hope in hell of getting back to sleep. It’s gotten to the stage that if I’m not in bed and asleep by 21.30 my vision goes and I’m a mess. In these last two months I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been awake after 10pm.
I was out on Thursday night for a works night out, all paid for, at the Casino in Glasgow. I hate those places with a passion but it was a free meal so I went along. The starter was served at 20.30 and I was falling asleep in my main course.
Last night once we had managed to get the kids asleep before we turned in Vonnie kindly put some toys that Nairn loves on his bed in the hope that he’d wake up and play quietly with them as he sometimes does. No such luck. At 05.34 he woke up and promptly started singing loud enough to wake me up. If it’s loud enough to wake me up it sure as hell will wake Erica up which it did. It was almost broad daylight outside so I didn’t have a hope in hell! When I told Nairn to go back to sleep as I gave Erica a bottle downstairs he would climb back in bed and curl up only to jump out of bed the moment I disappeared. when I went back upstairs each time you could hear him scurry back into bed and pretend to sleep before I reached his door.
In other news we got these yesterday from one Dave Brown’s old work colleague. Meet Bunty and Mac.
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