21/03/16 10:28pm. Signed of twitter and absolutely exhausted from Olivia’s birthday and pretty pleased with having written an off the cuff post. Listening to Buffy the Vampire Slayer on the TV.
21/03/16 11:15pm. Olivia appeared in my room just as I was hovering on the edge of falling asleep looking like a wild woman, quilt in hand nearly bloody wet myself. She mumbled incoherently something about everyone being gone. She has lost her cousins. So I remind her only one of them is here and she is in the top bunk. With a grunt she sounds like she goes the toilet and I hear her get back into bed.
21/03/16 11:35pm. Again just finding the sweet sleep spot ready to drift off and an hysterical cry of ‘mum, mum help me quick someone has stolen my quilt, someone is in the house muuuummmmmm. So I fly out of bed and see said quilt where she had dropped it moments earlier. I take it back to her and she is shocked I have it. You left it on my floor I say as I tuck her in. She looks at me like I’ve gone mad. Anymore of this and I might just do so!
21/03/16 11:38pm. I take to twitter to vent my frustration at not yet being asleep. Wouldn’t you believe it those pesky thoughts are back. Word and ideas, things to do, bills to pay blocking the way between me and the seemingly elusive sleep.
Just dozing off and Olivia appeared at the end of my bed with a quilt whispering scared the bejesus out of me. She gave me a hug
— Tracey Bowden (@frazzledmumblog) 21 March 2016
22/03/16 00:00. Nah, giving up. Open laptop. Put SkyGo on on my phone and proceed to watch Haven series 6.
22/03/16 01:30pm. Ploughing through some online surveys still wide awake with eyelids as heavy as a sack of spuds. ooh, spuds, food, I’m hungry. So I go downstairs to get a drink, go the toilet and decide to catch up with some linky comments. Still watching Haven onto episode 4 now.
22/03/16 02:00. I hear my name being called again she really is restless tonight so I go in to see her. She is sat bolt upright looking through me as if I am a ghost. Nervously I peer behind me, you know, just in case. More mumbling. I catch end of bed and toes and there is a motion for me to get into bed. In a single bed. On a bottom bunk. She can’t be serious. She is, she gets comfy on my arm and I panic. I can’t sleep here. It is a single bed, with a single quilt and I have at least a double sized backside. Oh god, I’m going to freeze, I am getting pins and needles in my arm. I’m trapped and I still have my glasses on, crap!
22/03/16 02:21. I manage to escape and wriggle free towards the end of the bed. Well more like bum shuffling on a springy mattress. Then I get stuck. The bar at the end. My legs are over but I have sunken into the mattress and am stuck. It hurts and my skin is pinching, there are tears in my eyes from this mad assault course but I make it back to bed. Haven episode 5 has finished and I am resigned to no sleep. I am scared for my morning Zumba class and I have an extra shift tomorrow. Suddenly regretting agreeing to take it now.
22/03/16 02:48. I hear mumbling and brace myself for another disturbance but she murmurs and turns over and I breathe out slowly. Crossing my legs hoping she has fell into a deep sleep.
22/03/16 02:55. Sleep is not my friend and now my legs are aching too. I am not used to this being awake through the night and I must be delirious or something as I am considering joining in one of those 2am/3am chats for nursing/feeding mums. Decide I need to try and sleep instead before I rub my eyes so hard I lose my eyelashes.
22/03/16 03:00. Goodnight all wish me luck I am attempting sleep.
Please excuse my sleep deprived mumblings from a crazy woman. I am struggling to sleep after being disturbed a few times and I am tired and cranky and starving. There is chocolate cake in the kitchen and I can hear it shouting at me. There was me thinking my nights of waking up at all hours for my child were over, how wrong was I! Here’s hoping she manages to get some decent sleep otherwise 7:30 will be like a war zone!