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Sleep Strike

Ohhhh. It is 9pm. I just ate dinner. Both Smalls are still awake. Hardly believable. Each night has been like this for almost a week. We eat dinner. I walk with Small DB around the block while Small Z rides her scooter… We do the goodnight wee, teeth and two stories.

It is then that sleep is supposed to come. Small Z goes on strike at that point and I have been reduced to snapping, “Do whatever you want, just stay. in. your. room.” She reads in bed and then later comes out for a drink of milk…or a chat about dinosaurs…or whether soy milk is preferable to oat…and then cries as we have one, but not the other…

Meanwhile, Small DB bounces around resolutely sleepless. I get to sort out some kind of dinner for M and I, but I have this thing about eating uninterrupted… You know – the only kidfree time of my day and night? Then this is what she does…

Then she gets me to sit in the middle of the trampoline while she runs circles around me.

She has already got three of her four two-year-old molars (I’m assuming that’s what the huge teeth at the back of her head are). Those were the ones that made Christmas such a delight. Now she’s got THREE more coming through – and she’s not miserable, but she can’t get comfortable to go to sleep either. Medication does not seem to help… My sanity is waning…


Old friends, netball and bread


The week that was…Part 1


  1. But oh so cute!
    Hope it’s just a wonder week, that it doesn’t last much longer and that you get some respite 🙂

  2. beth

    I’m hoping it’s a combination Wonder Week for BOTH of them (plus the teeth) and that it will be over double quick!!

  3. LOL, “Time for bed?” “No!”
    The universal no.

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