Category Archives: Sleeping

Trying to sleep in the heat hell

Last night was hell trying to get my little girl to sleep in the heat. We’d been in the garden all afternoon when it was 30 degrees and she been led in a sleeping bag cos she’s cold in the shade! So, it came as no surprise that her bedroom was too hot to go to sleep. She still of course wanted her duvet and 15 blankets covering her and I stayed for five minutes holding a hand so that should settle down. 10 minutes later she’s up again and asking for a drink and taking her pyjamas off. I put her back in bed but then heard a voice from the top of the stairs asking to go into my room because it’s cooler. Then she couldn’t sleep because I wasn’t with her so I got into my bed and waited for her to close her eyes, that didn’t happen. 
Boiling under the duvet she started a conversation about when she’s a grown-up and she has a baby in her tummy. Will it be a boy or a girl, what names will they have, will I then be a nanny and will she be a mummy? No sign of sleep yet. We are now two hours into the bedtime routine and she starts to close her eyes when we hear the familiar sound of Mr whippy!Why does the ice cream van have to come past playing the music at 8.45 when all the windows are open? No, I don’t know what that noise is! No that isn’t an owl doing magic! Yes I can hear an aeroplane, but GO TO SLEEP!!! 

Please please please get out of my bed

Stop the celebrations take the bunting down, we ain’t partying anymore, she’s been getting back into my bed every night. After just three nights in her own bed (for the first time in two years) I’m back to having a four-year-old climb into mummies double bed. When she first slept on her own I heaped praise on her, told her what a big girl I thought she was, how proud she made me, she told everyone that would listen that she stayed in her own bed. 
She got a prize toy when we went to the supermarket to say well done, I even went and got her a single bed hoping that she stay in it. We went to the shop so that she could choose her own bedding with a choice of Paw patrol, my Little pony and Disney princesses we now have a bed that looks like Rapunzel is thrown up over it. 
But it still won’t make her sleep in there! We had chats with the moon because apparently it’s the moon that puts her into my room, it’s not Lois walking around 2 AM wanting to be cosy in with me. We even ring nanny every evening so that she can have a chat with the moon to say leave Lois in her bed. That pesky moon he’s got a lot to answer for.

Finally, a good nights sleep 

Shout it from the rooftops this is bigger than Coronation Day in Frozen Arundelle! Hang out the bunting, get a brass band to play at the party and let’s do a conga! I’ve only gone and got myself a big girl that stays in her bed all night! I feel like a different woman! 
For two years now my daughter has got out of her own bed, snuck into my bedroom and got in the other side of where I’m sleeping. Last night she didn’t, last night she went all the way through. So of course when I woke up at 4 AM I had to go and check on her to make sure that she was okay. It feels like a totally different era already. 

Let’s see how long it lasts, how long it takes before she remembers the comfortable warm slumber she gets beside me and I get a 4 year olds toe up my nose whilst catching zeds. Keep your fingers crossed for me. 

I’ve got a little bed bug

I keep seeing lots of posts on Facebook and social media about people cosleeping with their children in their bed. I have no real opinion because I HAVE NO CHOICE!
My little one goes to bed at around 730 she’s normally asleep by 8, around 9 o’clock I go to bed and I put the telly on and fall asleep whenever. 
When I wake up it’s normally with a foot in my face or a knee in my back I’ve had fingers in my eyes and this morning I was teetering on the edge of the bed. My four-year-old cannot stay an entire night in her own bed and so comes and gets into mine, normally still half asleep. When I tackle her on the subject she says that the moon does magic and puts her in my bed. I’ve offered to have a word with the moon but apparently the moon won’t budge and the magic continues.
The problem is this I don’t even wake up when she comes in so how am I supposed to follow supernanny’s rules to lead her back into her bed when I don’t even realise she is there until the morning. As soon as she is in my space she wants my warmth as well and so will just squeeze up against me until I’m practically over the side and out of the duvet. How long do I have to endure all this? And bar locking her door, how do I stop it please oh wise ones? 

Not again, pleeeeeease…

Arrrgghhh what to do about this one oh knowledgable ones?! I am absolutely sick of reading the very hungry bloody caterpillar! It has been demanded every single night for a year now and there is no swerving it. That little green tike is doing my head in, I can’t miss a word otherwise we have to start again, fingers have to follow his journey through all the holes in the food and if we miss one, same deal. Much as I know it off by heart I’ve been instructed to sit beside the bed and point out every word I’m reading until we get to the part where she can list off all the food that greedy little bug eats in one day. It’s not as if I haven’t offered anything else, the one about a monkey is very entertaining and I’ll even do different voices, but no. 

The rabbit trying to go to sleep is an average story, but lifting flaps to see what’s behind is fun right, but no.

I’ve literally been pleading to read something else, just once a month, once a week would be a dream. But that girl is steadfast, and I wouldn’t like to be the one to tell her that I’ve thrown it in the bin. 

Loaded up for hockey

I played hockey at the weekend and so my lovely Toyota Yaris has been loaded up, I mean loads of luggage, not only did I need my kit, but I also need to take about a weeks worth of entertainment for my daughter, which includes a buggy for sleeping, a bike, teddy, a bag of princesses, a bag of “My little Pony’s” some stickers, a lunchbox, 5 blankets just in case, a football, a scooter and 8 coats because she can’t decide which one to wear and of course wellies and a change of clothes. It all fitted in admirably, I don’t really want to unload it and find all the debris. 

Happy happy new year in our house 

Yes, we did go out and have a few drinkies. Yes, I was sipping prossecco when little one fell asleep on my mates sofa. Yes, we did finish our game of trivial pursuit. No, I can’t see the floor for my little ponies and Disney princesses. And yes, we are having pizza for breakfast.