To Sleep Perchance To Dream...

... fat chance of that in our house last night! Small Child reverted back to her old habit of night time waking due to every known excuse in the How To Drive Your Parents Insane handbook. My personal favourite at about half past midnight, was "My legs are too sweaty"! This was a more out of the ordinary approach that followed the standard rendition of "I want a drink/wee/cuddle/kiss" (delete as appropriate as you work your bleary eyed way through the list).

She had lulled us into a false sense of security ever since last Monday when she started sleeping though again - bliss! The idea suggested by some friends, of the promise of instant next morning rewards seemed to be working - you can have your car seat in the front next to mummy, you can choose which cereal you can take to nursery etc. Even the night when, at the point I was offering up my bribe of the moment, she informed me "No...I want to ride in the back of the car forever so I can cry all night Mummy" she still managed it.

But here I am again...just approaching that post lunchtime slump that no amount of caffeine can get me through. I try and take comfort from the fact that she WILL eventually sleep through every night... but then before I know it she'll be in her teens, out on a Saturday night and I'll be sat up in bed reading, just waiting to hear the key in the lock! I guess that will be payback for every time I did that to my mother; including the one when I was actually racing the milk delivery cart (and the sunrise) up the hill to our house!