Miss 3 was put to bed at 6.30pm last night because she was being vile. Her tantrum at being put to bed was rudely interrupted by falling asleep. That's what happens when you don't have an afternoon snooze. Shortly thereafter followed the first of three nightmares that made it difficult for me and her father to watch TV uninterrupted. Finally, the last one during Miss Marple saw her insist on sleeping on Mummy on the lounge. For the sake of my TV viewing I gave in. She fell asleep half an hour from the end, so it was all good. Then things wrapped up on Miss Marple, we turned off the TV and a little voice from my lap said "I want to sleep in Mummy bed". She didn't even open her eyes. I wasn't sure whether to be annoyed by her foxing, or awed at her awesome ninja pretending to be asleep skills. She slept in Mummy bed until 8am the little sod. Mummy got sick of being kicked and vacated at 6am.
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Oh Min, I so feel your pain. We are going through this too (and don't get me started on the toilet training). And you're right, it is really hard to know how to feel! Cunning little buggers...
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