Lousy night. Adrian kept waking up and then screaming – didn’t want to breastfeed, didn’t want to cuddle, didn’t burp or fart, just scream. I got maybe 5 hours of sleep in total.
In the morning, playgroup with Adrian. Around lunchtime, a long nap for both of us – except that he woke up crying in the middle of it. Luckily we both went back to sleep after a short while.
Ingrid didn’t want to go to preschool (and has been a bit unhappy about it for several days now). Together we came up with a solution for today at least: we asked if she could go to her old group, where 3 of her best friends are. She spent the morning there and was very happy about it.
In the evening Ingrid went to friend J for about an hour. At the same time Adrian, for the first time, consented to a hip carry (in the Connecta). So I got to cook dinner with no complaining children around me. Nice!
Even though he was really tired, Adrian had trouble falling asleep in the evening again which doesn’t bode well for the night.
Eric is away in London for two days.
5 hours is good, isn’t it? We used to function on 2+2 for quite a long time :|
Yeah, it’s surprising how little sleep you can actually function on. 5 years ago I’d have felt half-dead after just 5 hours of sleep; now it doesn’t feel too bad. Tired, yes, but not ready to collapse.