Early to bed, early to rise

I got a shock when the sound of Little Man’s coughing woke me this morning. You see when I checked the clock it was 4.20am and it was the first time he woke me all night. A pleasant change. He’s been teething like crazy so we’ve had more broken nights’ sleep than I can count lately.

Of course my good mood quickly evaporated when I realized that his coughing had woken him as well as waking me and hubbie. And that was it, he was awake, fresh from 10 hours of unbroken sleep and he wanted to play. This morning it was my turn to get up with him, so I dragged myself out of bed and into Little Man’s room. I tried everything to get him back to sleep, even giving him an early bottle, but no joy.

So by the time I left for work at 6.35, I’d already been up for over two hours. And then hubbie phoned me at 8am to say Little Man fell asleep cuddled up to him on the couch at 6.45am, and refused to wake even when he was being put in the buggy to leave the house. Why couldn’t he have gone back to sleep two hours earlier!