I thought we were in for a bad night when Loudboy refused to take a nap in the afternoon and went into meltdown after his tea. I was right. Awake every hour or two, just wanting to feed and screaming when I tried to put him down. Of course I forgot all my good Zen intentions and resorting to hissing at him at 1am: ‘Why don’t you just go to f****ing sleep!’ Not a good mummy moment. He got his revenge this morning (we gave up and brought him into bed with us after the swearing incident) by pinching my spectacles and beating me over the head with them.
Note to self: remember to put everything out of reach now that he can climb.