Have you ever had one of those nights that just seem to go on forever for all the wrong reasons?
As parents my Big Bloke and I share the load of parenting.
He works and on his days off he is in charge of the Little Bloke. (Lucky
right?)
Last night I decided to be the loving wife and be the one to
get up to Little Bloke should he be grizzly so Big Bloke can get a good nights
sleep. (Top teeth coming through and a formula change don’t make the easiest of
nights.)

“Oh my God! What have
you been eating?! “I hiss at him. The smell is overwhelming and I want to reach
for a bucket. He starts doing his silent laugh.
You know the one,
where you know you can’t wake the baby but you just find something so hilarious
you make choking, hissing sounds with a smile plastered from ear to ear.
I want
to hit him but reach to open the door instead and wildly flap the quilt to get
the smell away. I possibly resemble some bird doing a mating dance on a David Attenborough
documentary but I assure you there will be no mating here.
A quick dig into the ribs of Big Bloke and my point is made.
Luckily the ventilation in the room is pretty good with an open window and a
fan (plus my ridiculous flapping) so the smell manages to disappear quickly
enough.
I crawl into bed and shut my eyes willing myself into dreamland.
Now I don’t know about you, but it takes a LONG time for my
mind to shut down at night. My body could collapse, my eyes unable to stay
open, but the mind? Going like a steam train a million miles an hour.
Chugga
Chugga-must wash Little Blokes clothes for road trip, Chugga Chugga- Did I put
the dishwasher on? Chugga Chugga-Must remember to put bins out early…..
It isn’t
until about one and a half hours later than I feel my brain imploding towards
sleep…. and I hear it.
It’s a whole new version of my steam train. Right next to my
head. I turn over to stare at Big Bloke. Mouth wide open like a fly trap and a
storm brewing in his nose. Why is it,the
man who sleeps next to me suddenly resembles more of a musical instrument? I am
about to plug it shut but then I hear the whimpering of the Little Bloke start.
Geeeeeez! I don’t like the start to this night.
As the night went on Big Bloke and Little Bloke hooted, tooted, snored and roared. I felt like I was sleeping in a Thailand jungle- or not
sleeping.
I am suddenly aware of the little whimpers turning into suspicious
ramblings and tapping and sit up to see Little Bloke standing in his cot
banging his monitor against the railings. Seriously where does this kid get his
energy? I cannot describe my disposition as anything but a wreck.
THAT’S IT! I give him a firm kick in the leg. “I have had
enough!” I growl at him. “ All night you have toxified this room, shaken the
walls with your snoring and slept like a starfish on this bed. I have barely
slept so now YOU can get up with Little Bloke.” Nice wife is off duty for the rest of the
night.