I am writing this on my iPhone, in the low light in Adam’s room, trying to settle him in his cot.
It’s Saturday night and I used to spend this time with my husband, drinking wine and watching movies. Now I spend it waiting for a small boy to be asleep enough to go in his cot.
This is what mummies do. They give up their wine drinking and movie watching to make sure their small people settle well into their beds.
Adam is ill again so any thoughts Simon and I had of trying to get him to settle himself are on hold until he is well. If he’s ever well.
So I sit, with my small boy on my lap, trying to move him into his cot every 15 minutes.
Eventually it might even work.