Tough Love
I am knackered, no really, more than I usually am. This is down to just one small factor that answers to the name of James (or Jim-Bob). He's decided to wake up every night between 1am and 5am, totter into our bedroom and demand 'cuddle Mummy!' Being nice (and knackered), I have, to date, acquiesed. But enough is enough and this constant interruption to my beauty sleep could be tolerated no longer.
This morning's 'cuddle ME!' was late, 5am and an outraged James descended swiftly into hitching shrieks when he realised he'd been thwarted. In the dark, sub-zero temperatures of the early morning I tried to appeal to my furious child, explaining that Mummy and Daddy needed to sleep too. He wasn't having any of it.
Reinforcements were called, Eddie's technique was to bundle James unceremoniously back into bed and pull the door to. Shrieks turned to cries; cries turned to sobs; sobs turned to the odd gasp and sniffle before the poor child finally gave up and went back to sleep.
In his own bed :)
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