If you ever decide to risk going to bed slightly later, your children will find out, and they will immediately punish you.
Youngest boy has a cold. The type that makes him snivel and the type that means his evening feed lasts 4 hours! So I sat there, feeding him and creating this blog. I tried to put him in his cot on multiple occasions. They were unsuccessful. It’s already past bedtime and baby is still feeding when middle son cries out my name. He’s started having night terrors. I go to settle him. Littlest starts crying. I go back again. This fun game of musical bedrooms went on until the early hours. Today I feel like I entered ‘camel mode’, surviving on stored energy as the new day brings new chaos.