I dream of a good night's sleep

Finally had enough of being woken all night by one or other child. There is a limit to the number of nights one can spend being kicked in the head by an under two. So I decamped to the couch, closed all the doors between myself and the children, and pulled the duvet over my head, leaving the nighttime antics to G (who is deaf in one ear so therefore harder to wake). After a full ten days of being woken every two hours of either Bax or Izzie and sometimes both, and only getting about five hours (broken) sleep a night, I didn't care if I was being unfair or selfish I just knew I needed a long stretch of deep sleep.

I woke up at 8am. Both children had slept right through and G looked perky, much to my iritation.

Since then they've been pretty good. We've got in a lot of gadgets to support them in their sleeping, from rudimentary to sophisticated: a hot water bottle with a lovely knitted cover that Mummy made; a gas heater; a new pillow and case; a dehumidifier. In actual fact G is enjoying the dehumidifier the most. He loves to pull out the tank and show us with great delight how much water has been sucked out of the air over the last hour. He's all for inviting friends around to share the game with - I'm not sure that it's something to be proud of.