My husband regularly goes to bed late. I always have good intentions to get tucked up early but it rarely happens. Last night went thus: fell into a profound, blissful sleep at 12.30am. Cries and wails awoke me at 3.30am. It was Stand-in Prince: "SiP" whose sleep patterns have always been wonky to say the very least. (Last year I almost lost my marbles due to lack of sleep so daddykins took over SiP wake-up duty.) Daddykins got up to get him. I know this because I hid under my bedcovers until everything went quiet. Coward that I am. (Daddykins, is in exile, until we get his Flintstone-like snoring sorted out.) 5 minutes later I heard more wailing and cries of "mum, mum" so I crawled out of bed, listened in the hallway...heard nothing but golden silence so I gratefully dived under the duvet.
4am Princess got up and crashed in (boys go to boys, girls go to girls...seems to be the pattern) with a "tummy pain". I honourably gave her one of my hot water bottles and got her back into her bed. I crossed myself and my fingers. "Please, please, go back to sleep" I muttered under my breath.
4.30am Daddykins and SiP came in. SiP needed me I was informed. Daddykins fled silently to his own warm bed. SiP fidgeted for half an hour. Got up to warm up some milk. He slept. 30minutes later Princess jumps on the bed, bouncing and announcing "tummy pain, tummy pain" joyfully. SiP woke up. And so the table tennis-like night continued until both parents got up feeling like the Titanic had fallen on them. Please, pretty please, can anyone let me know when we get to have normal nights again? I need to know and very soon!