Guess who had Insomia last night

And it wasn't me. Although I do suffer from it from time to time, less often of late. Think I'm finally breaking from the habit of waking up in the middle of the night wide eyed and totally alert for an hour, if I'm lucky, and sometimes lasting for as long as 3 hours. Suspect it was caused by the pattern of having to get up for night feeds, followed by a period when Peanut was being toilet trained and used to get up at 3 am to go to the toilet to relief himself. Toilet training with Sweet Potato was surprisingly straightforward. He has much better bladder control. Plus I am wiser (so not true, but rather stems from a long restrained desire to have quality sleep); he wears his diaper to sleep as a precaution. This by the way is discouraged by some literature I read on toilet training which generally says that the child should be allowed to feel the wetness and discomfort should he failed to hold his liquids. Whoever wrote that should come stay the night with us and observed the morning ritual of a diaper-clad toddler 'dancing' on the bed to hold his bladder, saying, "My wee wee going to come out already" whilst waiting for his still sleepy mum to fully appreciate the dire situation. We rushed to the toilet to pull down his dry diaper and pants in one go, just in time.

Last night, it was Sweet Potato who had sleeping difficulties. So the night went like this:

1.30 to 1.45 - I carried him, rocked him and walked the house to lull him to sleep
1.45 to 2.15 - We watched the school concert on DVD
2.15 to 2.45 - Mr M relieved me and they continued to watch the school concert
2.45 - Sweet Potato climbed into bed with me
3 - S.P went to the toilet, then declared that he was not tired
3 - 3.30 - We watched 'Charlotte's Web'
3.40 - S.P finally fell asleep after drinking his milk

Ah, the privilege of being a parent ...