I didn't hear the milkman at 5am.

 I didn't hear the paperboy at 6am, trundling past with his shopping trolley full of today's news.

 For the past year I have heard these early morning sounds every morning, without fail. They are lovely sounds, heralding the start of a new day much like the bird chorus, but I must say I have recently found myself wishing I was still in the land of nod.

 And so it was bliss to be woken this morning at 6.30am after a full near 6 hours sleep.

 There is much to be said for controlled crying. It is the VERY last resort. Just a quick google and you can see how contentious the matter is. But after trying everything else (The No Cry Sleep Solution etc etc) I, sorry, we, decided to give it a go. It breaks my heart but my health is suffering now and we really just can't carry on with such little/no sleep. It is a form of torture after all.


I really hope that we have made a slight breakthrough.  I felt like a new woman this morning and full of hope that things may now change.  I can begin my life again without feeling like I am living in a dream world all the time.  Feeling guilty that none of my children are receiving 'enough of me' because I am so dog tired.

Hope it wasn't a 'one - off'!!

ps.  thank you for my two lovely comments about my valentines cushion.  and the winner is . . . . . . .  . . . .







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