And so to bed...

The last few nights I have completely failed in my resolution to get to bed before midnight.  At 1am I was still downstairs straightening up the kitchen. 

I do regard myself as one of those people who can generally get by on less than the prescribed 8 hours of sleep each night but my super powers are not such that I don’t need sleep at all and today the signs of strain were beginning to show. 

Whilst overall I’m still enjoying the high of the New Year and am feeling on top of things (as I type the washing up is done, the toys are put away, there’s a load of laundry in the washing machine, tomorrow’s packed lunch has been made, the porridge is soaking and the boys are in bed – woo woo!) I did have a couple of near-miss “really” moments today.  The first when Alby pulled the ironing board down, missing himself but scaring the life out of Percy. The second when I turned around after washing my hands to find Alby desperately trying to touch the water at the bottom of the toilet. And the third when I kneeled down to mop up where Alby has weed on the carpet and my trousers split at the knee (who knew my bones were so strong).

And so, heeding the warning signs I made a promise to myself that I would be in bed by 10:30pm as a way to ensure that today’s near misses don’t turn into tomorrow’s head on collisions.  I’m already running three minutes late so, without further adieu, I’m switching off and turning in. 

Sweet dreams. xx