Tired, tired, tired August 25, 2006
I was up for about half of last night with Finn and I’m buggered today.
First it was cuddles in our bed for an hour or so, then cuddles in his bed for a little while. Then I sat in the chair in his room for I don’t know how long, waiting for him to go to sleep.
When I finally went back to my own bed I wasn’t sure that Finn was really asleep, so I lay awake for a while to see if he would get up again. I think it was after 5am when I shut my eyes.
Mark had adjourned to the spare bed relatively early in the piece as he needs to be on his feet in front of feral teenagers today. I hope he got enough sleep to make today bearable.
Finn has gone to childcare. I dare say he’s pretty tired too, but at least there he can behave like a tired and grumpy 2 year old without having to deal with a tired and grumpy parent.
For me, it’s going to be a slow day. I’m still in my pjs and tossing up between going back to bed and having a shower and getting dressed. The former option is winning at the moment.
I am a big fan of hanging out in PJs and going back to bed if required. Sometimes you just have to listen to your body.
I did end up spending about half the day in bed - watching telly, rather than sleeping, but it was better than being up and about.