Wednesday, 18 December 2013
I think I may have finally met the one person who is more stubborn than me. Every night for the past year and a half, Harry has woken up at around 2am, climbed out of his bed, stumbled down the hallway to my bedroom, crawled into my bed, and then spent the rest of the night punching, slapping, kicking, thrashing and whining through the night. He does this every night, without fail, whether he’s sick, hot, tired, potty training, been bribed with new toys, hungry, fed or, in this case, feverish.
Tonight I gave up and embraced the horror: I will never have a decent night’s sleep again.