Praying for a better night.
Last night, a short while after I'd switched off the light, Sam rolled over and looked at the clock. Wow! he said, it's not even 11'o clock! We snuggled down and enjoyed the thought of a decent night's sleep for a change.
For about a minute.
Then Mr Chicken Pox started to cry. He cried about every half-hour for the next three hours, refusing Phenergan. I took the first shift sitting in the chair in their room, singing for half an hour then whispering "shhh, mummy's here" every time he cried after that. About 1.30 he woke more fully and I decided I didn't have the patience left to handle it well, so went and subbed in Sam.
I couldn't believe when I went in to our room he was lying there snoring. Bastard! I hit him on the head to wake him up.
Did you? he just said, reading over my shoulder...
I've got a lovely man. He spent the rest of the night on the chair in the kids' room. About 6.30, he woke, realised Mr Chicken Pox hadn't cried for a while and came through to get into bed. The alarm went off. He went and got in the shower instead.
Life sucks sometimes!
For about a minute.
Then Mr Chicken Pox started to cry. He cried about every half-hour for the next three hours, refusing Phenergan. I took the first shift sitting in the chair in their room, singing for half an hour then whispering "shhh, mummy's here" every time he cried after that. About 1.30 he woke more fully and I decided I didn't have the patience left to handle it well, so went and subbed in Sam.
I couldn't believe when I went in to our room he was lying there snoring. Bastard! I hit him on the head to wake him up.
Did you? he just said, reading over my shoulder...
I've got a lovely man. He spent the rest of the night on the chair in the kids' room. About 6.30, he woke, realised Mr Chicken Pox hadn't cried for a while and came through to get into bed. The alarm went off. He went and got in the shower instead.
Life sucks sometimes!