when you just know you’re not going to get anymore sleep, but you try anyway

18 Oct

tyger jnr. is two-and-a-half and has just begun coming into our bed in the night.

I suppose we’re very lucky that the boy hasn’t started this before now. But he’s always been prone to waking up at around six – just when a lie-in was in the offing. You lie there, slowly stirring to hopeful cries of “papa.” You know that further sleep isn’t going to happen.

Now it happens in the middle of the night. No warning. You just get the sense that something small, possibly something damp (if the nappy has slipped again), has entered the bed. Occasionally, he’ll be content to be carried back to his own room, with a complementary bottle of warm milk. But more and more he trundles back, bottle in hand (the fraud!), and is tucked up before I’ve had chance to climb in myself. In the middle too, between Mrs. tyger and myself, which means a spoon-snooze is out of the question. Grrr.

This morning he crept into our bed at about 05:30. He wiggled into his usual spot, not unlike an overgrown caterpillar (well, one dressed in Thomas the Tank Engine pyjamas anyway).

He didn’t, alas, have any intention of sleeping though. Thus began the daily ritual of the “sleep-off”. Mrs. tyger and myself will both try our best to present the best possible example of someone absolutely shattered and in need of the one available lie-in spot. The loser of the sleep-off is saddled with a couple of hours of Cbeebies and the chance to try and get as many Rice Krispies down the boy’s throat as he or she can. I say “he or she,” but what I mean is me. I have never won a sleep-off yet.

And so this morning, like so many before it, I found myself blinking in the darkness reaching for a warm sweater en route downstairs. The boy doesn’t watch much TV. We try and keep it to just in the morning – and nothing with adverts. I tend to use the time to write a blog post or read a chapter of a book. A cup of tea and a slice of toast doesn’t go amiss, either. To be honest, and don’t tell Mrs. tyger this, I rather enjoy it.

Good morning.

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6 Responses to “when you just know you’re not going to get anymore sleep, but you try anyway”

  1. ashoksoni@hotmail.com October 18, 2007 at 11:17 am #

    a rather fine (and heart warming) picturesque tale.

  2. ashoksoni@hotmail.com October 18, 2007 at 11:17 am #

    a rather fine (and heart warming) picturesque tale.

  3. anticant@hotmail.co.uk October 18, 2007 at 12:22 pm #

    “Papa”?? How Victorian! In those days, paterfamiliases [?asses} were made of sterner stuff, and would never have permitted this sort of behaviour. Take a leaf out of their book!I’m sure you both actually LOVE him wanting to sneak in with you.

  4. anticant@hotmail.co.uk October 18, 2007 at 12:22 pm #

    “Papa”?? How Victorian! In those days, paterfamiliases [?asses} were made of sterner stuff, and would never have permitted this sort of behaviour. Take a leaf out of their book!I’m sure you both actually LOVE him wanting to sneak in with you.

  5. aaronsheath@gmail.com October 19, 2007 at 7:47 am #

    Ash, thanks.Ant, re. “papa” – you have to remember that our kids are being brought up with a Russian mother, with Russian the language used at home.And, yes, we do love it a bit.

  6. aaronsheath@gmail.com October 19, 2007 at 7:47 am #

    Ash, thanks.Ant, re. “papa” – you have to remember that our kids are being brought up with a Russian mother, with Russian the language used at home.And, yes, we do love it a bit.

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