|Night time in St Albans|
The last few nights have been the nights from hell itself. The kids seems to have settled into some sort of nightmarish routine that goes a little something like this:
Danger wakes up 3 or 4 times in the night screaming his lungs out. He’s teething and the shrieks are shrill. On maybe one occasion he’s soaking wet and requires an entire outfit change.
The boy comes into our room at about 3am and climbs into bed with us. I lay awake until dawn worried he’ll wet the bed (he’s an incredibly deep sleeper).
Fifi marches in at around 5am and demands the iPad to watch Dora the Explorer. To stop her waking the entire house and having a sobbing fit that will probably wake the dead, I give it to her and lie in bed listening to the irritatingly chirpy voices across the landing.
The world is a lot grayer without a good nights kip and neither of us have had one for quite a while now.