A little bit of resistance from the Wee Man but generally a smooth bedtime with Rod back downstairs by 8.10pm
Well, the honest truth is, we failed.
The Wee Man was up even before Rod got into bed (I hit the sack much earlier, thanks to KD passing on his chest infection). He put him back, sat on the stool and climbed in beside me after ten minutes. I woke up a few hours later alone. KD was crying. I went through to him and had a peek into the Wee Man’s room. Rod was fast asleep in the other bed. KD didn’t settle for an hour an a half. I was beginning to wonder if I should just bring him in with me. We’d broken the rules with the Wee Man, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. But I eventually managed to transfer him, sleeping, from my arms to the cot and climbed back into bed. All the kerfuffle with the small one had woken the big one and I wondered if Rod would come back through. He didn’t. I asked him this morning what happened. “He just wouldn’t settle,” was the reply.
Back to the drawing board tonight.
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