Somebody pinch me…am I dreaming?!
Am I going ‘slightly mad?’…
Nope. It really did happen.
The toddler (and the other two kids for that matter) slept for the ENTIRE night. Like, ALL NIGHT!
I woke at 6am feeling confused, amazed, ecstatic, shocked and, unusually for me, not full of bitterness and resentment towards everyone else in the house who’s been lucky enough to have a full nights sleep.
We did nothing differently. There is no logic there to why it happened, but it did. And I’m over the moon.
I positively skipped the children to school this morning, the birds were singing, the sun was (almost) shining and I wasn’t in a rage that I had to swerve the pushchair due to an oncoming bike down one of the alleyways and ended up driving it though a massive poo (hopefully not human this time…) – life feels so much better when you’ve had sleep.
I hasten to add that I’m not holding out much hope for tonight. I’m pretty certain that it was a conscious decision by my toddler to let me have a night off because he had decided that he’d pushed me far enough of late and that I was possibly on the brink of a nervous breakdown. He wants to toy with me but not destroy me…not just yet anyway.