Week 223- looking old, feeling tired and taking over the world...

Right.

It’s done.

My son is in his own bed.

He is no longer in a cot.

Or more to the point, sleeping on my head in our bed.

Or waking me by kicking me in the throat. (An all time parenting low.)

So this is it.

A big boy’s bed for the most sleep-defiant little boy.

For the love of all things good in this world, please make him stay there.

Because, I just changed the light in our bedroom to a 100w* and it turns out, under bright light, I look about 20 years older than I thought I did, and I blame that almost entirely** on sleeping in bursts of no more than 2 hours for the last five years.

So come on buddy- work with me on this one.

Because this could be a total game changer.

With a full night’s sleep I could take on the world.

But in the first instance, let’s work on not looking like an 86-year-old of a Monday morning, and take it from there.

*I’ve changed the light bulb back to 40w now. I’m not an idiot.

** Chain smoking and living on a diet of red wine and pub nuts throughout my 20s probably didn’t help either.