. . . and I think it's fair to say that daylight saving is kicking our ARSE. Normal bedtime in our house is 7pm for Little Brother and 7.30pm at the absolute latest for Little Man. This week we haven't even been within cooee of that.
The army blanket has been hanging over the window all winter so it's not as though the room isn't dark enough. But fair to say when we tried to put the boys to bed last Sunday night, they just laughed at us. That night was the first night that Little Man and Little Brother worked together to break Little Brother out of his cot. That was also the night I ordered the cot conversion kit. More about that later.
On Monday night Little Brother learnt how to climb out of the cot on his own accord. Arse, arse. arse, arse, ARSE! And later that evening I found them both sleeping in there. Go figure.
On Tuesday night I found them both like this, having falling asleep 'reading' to each other . . .
On Thursday night the cot conversion kit arrived and I turned Little Brother's cot into a bed. I weighed up the consequences of this. No more baby cage but, let's face it, baby cage wasn't working any longer. And I didn't want a late night visit to Accident and Emergency with broken bones from falling out of a cot . . .
I don't exactly remember what time they fell asleep that night. I do know that when they finally did, they were in their own beds. Result.
Friday night was horrific. It's Ghost Brewery's launch weekend and Muz and I went out for dinner (Muz's sister kindly offered to babysit. I warned her she was in for a rough ride). Muz kicked on to the launch gig and I went home around 10pm . . . to find Little Brother still awake. He can reach the light switch from his cot and he was just up, you know, hanging with his toys. Kicking back with his teddies. Chillin' with his blocks.
His eyes were out on stalks and it took all of about two minutes for him to fall asleep once I put him back in his cot/bed, but even then he didn't go without a fight.
Battle. Of. Wills.
After such a late night I was sure I was in for a sleep-in this morning. But no. Everyone was awake before 7am, as per usual. So today I knackered them both out. And tonight I put three layers of duct tape over the light switch. That gave me about 10 minutes' relief before Little Brother worked out how to rip it off. So then I got my bitch on, and removed all of the light bulbs in the room. This was WAR and Mummy always wins in the end.
It took about an hour, but eventually they gave up and fell asleep.
It's now 9pm. They are asleep and I am drinking wine - it is both a celebration, and a coping mechanism.