Wednesday 21 December 2011

Silent night...

A silent night. It's something all parents wish for!! It's something we all wish for really, but parents who are used to being woken up doubly so!

Ethan is nearly two and a half now and even on a normal happy healthy week there are usually one or two disturbed nights. However, with the colds and various illnesses we've had over the six weeks or so I think there have probably been only a handful of nights he's slept through. Some nights I've been up with him 6 or more times.. there have even been a few nights where he's been awake for 6 hours straight.. NOT FUN!! When you get pregnant, you are warned about newborns needing regular attention, feeds and nappy changes throughout the night. No one really tells you that you may still be regularly getting up with a two or three year old! If they did, I think it's possible many of us would reconsider children!! (well, perhaps not, but it is quite a deterrent for some!). Of course, the reasons Ethan wakes in the night now are not the same as a newborn, he doesn't want a feed or a clean nappy. These days it's usually a nightmare, worries or just finding himself awake and getting wound up not being able to get back to sleep.

However, after these weeks of bad nights, Ethan has started to sleep through again over the last couple of nights. Hurrah!! Yes! Deep, deep joy! We, on the other hand, have not. On Monday night my poor hubby had had just enough of my incessant coughing and ended up stomping down the stairs to hide away on the sofa at some God forsaken hour. I didn't realise I'd been coughing of course. Poor Pete, he's about to get a stomach ulcer from the stress of being woken every night!! Me, I'm just resolved to sleeping sitting up at the moment in an attempt to curb the coughs!!

So, last night I got myself settled in bed, pillows plumped and sat up.. Eventually I drop off (it's not really the most comfortable position to fall asleep in really!) and off I go, into a blissful sleep....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...........BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!! WTF? WHAT IS THAT BLOODY NOISE? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? WHY IS MY BEDSIDE TABLE VIBRATING?!!!?! Eventually I get my brain together enough to realise what has dragged me from my dreams. My flipping electric toothbrush. A few days ago it started misbehaving, the battery running out and randomly turning itself on at odd times. I'd decided it was for the chop, but didn't want it to turn on in the bathroom in the night and start vibrating around in there.. so I decided (oh, so sensible) to put it in my bedside table. And of course it turned on!!! I pulled it from the draw, turned it off and chucked it under the bed. Pete grunted beside me. Of back to sleep we go..........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!! Oh God!! NOT AGAIN!!! Dancing all over the bedroom floor, the bloody brush is buzzing away like an insistent vibrator. This time Pete leaps out of the bed, almost roaring with anger and being woken again, not by poor Ethan, or my coughing but MY BLOODY TOOTHBRUSH. He grabs it, runs into the spare room, roots around in the draw and then I can hear him bashing and knocking around with it for what seems like half an hour. When he comes back to bed, I ask him "What did you do with it?" "I killed it" he growls, thumping back into bed.


This is what I found in the morning:

Just as well I bought myself a manual brush at Boots the other day then...

All I want for Christmas is my.. toothbrush!!


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