Wow, last night was a toughie!
It was partially my own fault – I got engrossed knitting the final part of a cardigan I’m knitting for R. Next thing I knew, it was 0130hrs and my back had seized up. So I unfolded and creaked to the sofa to wake up The Boss, who was snoring his head off, glasses akimbo. Unfortunately, we woke up baby R when we tiptoed to bed (R is still our little room-mate in her cot). Those big blue eyes flicked open a split second before her mouth, enough time to assess that by being awake we were obviously having fun without her. What solution but to let loose that familiar siren?
Mini Minx brought out her entire persuasive arsenal. She tried ‘cute’ gurgles. staccatto ‘ah’ shouts, smiles, chuckles, coos and shrieks. When none of those worked to get her picked up and played with, she started to cry. When *that* didn’t work, the wails got louder and louder. And louder. The Boss tried putting her between us in bed. Bad idea – this just gave her more opportunity to try to prise our eyelids open with her stabby little fingers (latest trick – see the video on Facebook from a few days ago).
Then I heard the pitter-patter of tiny jackboots…In staggered Midi Minx, rubbing her eyes, moaning and groaning and trying to get into bed. As letting Maxi Minx into our bed 2 years ago just exacerbated her sleep problems, I woke up The Boss, passed Mini to him, picked up Midi (owwwww, my shredded tummy muscles…Owwwww my bendy back!) and tucked her back in bed. Hobble back to bed, stub my toe and bash my shin against the sharp bedframe, flop into bed and take back over stroking Mini’s forehead.
All became quiet. Mini’s breathing got into time with her Daddy’s snores, and her eyelids started to flutter. Thud, thud, thud. Midi Minx again. Repeat the above (including bashing my shin. Curse. Curse again at Mini’s wails). Stroke, wail, stroke, breathe, settle. Wahhhh! This time it’s Maxi Minx. “I can’t find my Grandad teddy!” she roared (she’s still not in possession of a reliable volume control). Curse. Wake up The Boss. Repeat.
Can you spot a pattern, here? In all, Maxi Minx was up once, Midi Minx was up 4 times (attached on an invisible bungee) and Mini Minx finally gave up trying to get us to play with her around 0430hrs. At least, that was the last time I looked at the clock as I put her back in her cot (again) and sighed at her instantly rolling over onto her face (again).
The kids all woke by 0830hrs, so me and The Boss have been drinking overly-strong coffee to compensate. At 3 mugs, I’ve overdone it. The world is wibbly around the edges and the colours are a bit jagged and fluttery. I think I can see a new dimension in Space and Time…
So it’s fair to say I won’t be awake at midnight. In that case, I wish you all a very happy New Year. I hope you can see and grab every opportunity there is to make 2011 the best it can be for you.