Dexter woke up at two thirty and three thirty this morning: teeth. It was very difficult to settle him, and so he ended up in bed with us. To quote a colleague: 'It's like sleeping on a window ledge.' The boy got the most room, but still spent the rest of the night kicking me in the head.
Today didn't feel so bad, all things considered. Perhaps a very lazy weekend was a good idea after all.
The boy slept for over three hours at nursery; he then took two hours to settle this evening and cried a lot.
I opted for a precautionary early night.