Going to bed, perchance to sleep....

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 Last night, after I worked, then picked up Pickle from school, then bought milk at the supermarket, I came into the house, dropped my stuff, and said to my husband "I have to lie down". I went into my room, closed the door, lay down, and watched a Swedish crime drama on Netflix. 

About half an hour later, I heard my Pickle call from the other room "Mummy!" I said "No." She said "Why?" and that was the entirety of the conversation.

During the night, I slept at 9:30, when she did, after an hour of trying to get her off to sleep. She woke up at 3 am, at which point I went with her to the loo (nightly occurrence, I literally cannot wait until she can do this by herself) then after this she needed water, and she went back to sleep, I did not. I couldn't sleep until 6. Nights are not good. Generally she wakes me up 2-3 times a night. 

The other night, she woke up, realised that I was right smack dab in the middle of the deepest part of my REM cycle, and said, as a result "mummy!" I snorted and flailed and woke up with a start. "sssbr?" I mumbled.  She did not answer, and instead rolled over and went straight to snoring. That was a great conversation, and I was so happy that I then could not get back to sleep for an hour. 

This too will pass.

Thanks for reading x

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