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so tired

Shot in what looks like a slightly freaky-perspective mirror a couple of nights ago after Aidan had woken me up half a dozen times the night before. Not entirely dissimilar to how I feel today.

  1. God, do I ever remember this phase. I remember turning to my wife at 4 am one morning and saying, “y’know, this might be considered a war crime.”

    It does pass.

  2. Ah, he passed through the waking phase around six months old. Now the only things that normally require parental help are if he wants a drink but can’t find his beaker (which this was, then it being a bit nippy in there to go back to sleep properly) or some vital piece of fluffy animalery has dropped out of bed and into darkness. Other times, he’ll wake up and chat to himself for a while and that’s enough to wake me, even if it’s not something I need to involve myself in. It’s rare to have a night like that, but it’s a bit knackering when it happens…

    • by John R
    • at 10:23 on 19.07.09

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