Trying Times


So much for our smug joy at the genius baby sleeping peacefully in his cot bed. It didn't take William long to work out that not only could he get out of bed in the morning, but he could get out ANY TIME HE WANTED.


The night before last I was up literally every hour putting him back to bed and woke up exhausted, as did Will. Spent most of the morning trying to get him to nap, unsuccessfully, so when Mary came to visit at lunchtime it was with huge relief that I finally hit the 1pm milestone and put him to bed. Even that didn't go smoothly and it took a good 20 minutes of me thundering up and down the stairs returning him to his bed every time I heard the patter of tiny feet from above.


Last night, a mere 45 minutes were spent capturing the escapee and returning him to his bed before he finally capitulated and fortunately slept through (well, until Daddy woke everyone up at 5.45am) as did Mummy - apart from the usual aches and pains + wriggling baby number 2.
Today, Hotpoint are sending an engineer 'sometime between 08.00 and 18.00 to fix the tumble drier and washing machine. Oh. Joy.

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