Insomniac child for sale...

Any offer considered!

This is where I was heading with BB this morning after yet another disturbed night of sleep.

I thought I was coping quite well through the week, but the knock on effect of not getting a decent nights sleep for the 5 nights since BFS returned to work finally took their toll. I snapped at him at 3am, read him the riot act as to what I would do if he woke up mummy again and left a disgruntled child who had the bloody cheek to come back through at god only knows what time to inform me that he couldn't get his covers to stay on. Aaaaargh.

The grumps escalated as the morning dragged on, to the point where I finally just broke down in tears and even at that he had the audacity to ask me why I was crying as he informed me that 'I wasn't sad'. I told him I was tired because he had kept waking me up - to which he replied 'but I was only crying Mummy'.....as though this wasn't a big deal and that I should have just ignored him.....you can't win!

I banned them both from pulling out any more toys and once I'd finished the ironing I went upstairs to my room (before I throttled one of them) and told them not to even bother coming to get me until they'd tidied up all of their toys from both the livingroom and the playroom. LL came up 5 mins later, and once banished from my room again and told to go back and help his brother tidy up I heard him chanting as he bumped down the stairs 'I no tidy, I no tidy, I play, I play'

We ended up up converting my bedroom into a cinema after lunch and one wrecked mum, one shattered little boy and a square eyed big brother settled into mums bed for a touch of Pixar magic. The former two managed to catch some zeds which at least allowed a touch of calm to wash over Station House before bedtime. I even helped BB make his first valentines card (for his 'girlfriend' Izzy. Too cute when he's 4 and she's 3!)

The riot act was once again read along with the statutory kiss, cuddle and rub-a-noses. Lets just hope that spending a day with grumpy mum is enough for them to actually take it seriously this time.

On another note I have a physio appointment in the morning, so fingers crossed they can actually do something to help my SPD, PGD or whatever else you may want to call the condition which is causing the agonising pain which wakes me every time I move in my sleep.