Last night
10.00 pm Bed
11.55 pm Plaintive roar from boys’ bedroom. Rise to quell the boys
2.30 am Return to my own bed.
4.00 am Further plaintive roar from boys’ bedroom. Drag myself into their room and begthem on bended knee to go back to sleep.
5.40 am Hand boys over to my husband and collapse into bed.
6.30 am Princess rises, husband abandons faint hope that he had hitherto entertained of getting back to bed.
7.40 am I rise to greet the day.
And that was a pretty good night. We can remember a lot of what happened. Usually it’s just a blur of rising and collapsing.
