A hard life

Poor, exhausted, over-tired James absolutely refused to sleep yesterday and ended up in a complete stew, screaming incessantly and at full blast for hours on end, apparantly inconsolable. Fortunately he saved his worst until after Uncle Peter, Jackie and Amber had gone home and was actually on pretty good behaviour over lunch, giving everyone a chance to have a cuddle.

Eddie had chosen the weekend to go out on the lash with Gary and had to get through the day with a shocking hangover after 8 pints and a couple of large glasses of red. James finally decided to give up at 8pm, leaving us with welsh rarebit for supper and then oblivion. Until Groundhog day began again...
James is now in his own room after we finally reached breaking point a couple of days ago and both jumped out of bed at around 1am when the screaming was unendurable and ran James, still in his moses basket, into the nursery and shut the door. It's so hard to know what to do if the baby is fed, clean, changed and winded. Added to which we already know the main reason he's crying if it's none of the above, is because he wants to sleep in bed with us! I'm going to get the baby equivalent of tennis elbow at this rate.

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