Yesterday at bedtime, Little Z informed me that he did not want to sleep.
So I said sweetly "Mummy needs to sleep, so let's go to bed and rest, ok?"
"Ok," he answered, "Goodnight Mummy." And he walked off to his toys.
We did finally get to bed, and these days, I'm sleeping with the kids while their dad is away. This has introduced me to a world of nighttime eccentricities that I was unaware of.
O whimpers in his sleep sometimes and T talks. They both end up entangled somehow, which causes some morning frustration and disputes.
Little Z will also whimpers occasionally. It's sort of in between talking out loud and whimpering. And every night, without fail, he must end up sleeping in a diagonal position, so even a queen sized bed becomes a real squeeze for the two of us.
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