At our breakfast stop this morning, Little Lord Wayne was expecting his own croissant: pampered prince. His highness' high expectations were cruelly dashed elsewhere however, as I've asked nursery to wake him an hour earlier from his three hour afternoon naps. He's struggling to settle at night time at the moment and I think he needs to face having a longer day with less sleep.
At pick-up time, I was informed that the early wake-up call had gone without a hitch. Sarah had been drafted in to wake Dexter up. He must have thought he was still dreaming!
The boy settled much more quickly and easily this evening, which was fortuitous as it enabled lovely lift-share friend and me to treat ourselves to a much-deserved Friday curry and bottle of white. Happy weekend!