'Tooth-hurty' in the morning

 

15.10.12.

 

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.