So, I'm trying to wean youngest son out of waking up in the night and insisting that I then sleep in his bed (buying him a double at least means it's almost comfortable).

I know, I know... bad habits. Happened with all my kids. I just couldn't bear to leave them crying when they were babies. Rod, back, for my own. Rearrange into an appropriate and well known saying.

So last night was pretty bad. S. and I have been having a lot of trouble adjusting to living apart, we're both unhappy about the situation and the stress usually comes out if a text late at night is misunderstood... And last night, there were lots of texts.

So, there I was, 2am, upset, and C. wakes up. I go in, settle him down, wait until he's asleep and then return to my room to contemplate whether to ignore S., make friends with S. or be mean to S. C. comes in again, I put him back. In, back. In, back. In, back.

I finally give up (on everything). Grabbing my duvet, I stomp into C.'s room, much to his delight, turn round several times, like a dog, and wrap myself in the bedding and go to sleep on the floor, as far away from devil-child as possible.

C. wakes up in the morning, stretches, smiles and asks "Daddy, why are you sleeping on my floor? Why aren't you in your room?".

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Love him to bits though.

I was thinking earlier today - daughter S. is coming up for 15. I reckon I've got about 30 more visits from her before her life starts to get too busy to come and see me at weekends. I'm glad for her - as a parent, it's a wonderful thing to see your child grown toward adulthood, but so sad as well.

I dreamt of girlfriend S. last night. That may not sound odd, but I can't recall ever dreaming of a current girlfriend. Past ones, non-girlfriends and obviously, Deborah Harry. I hope this is a good sign.

I woke up from the dream (still on the floor) and a flurry of tearful texts flow both ways (danger of electrocution there...) Both feeling much better now.



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