Two-year-olds – could they be any more mercurial?
One minute full of joy and laughter, the next minute angry tears rolling down their red-hot faces as frustration takes hold.
LB had a terrible tantrum yesterday. Everyone else went off on an errand, leaving him and me behind. To say he was devastated is not an exaggeration. He flung himself at the front door, his little fingers clinging to the letter box, and screamed like a banshee for a good 30 minutes.
The only thing that stopped his uncontrollable sobbing was spending the next half an hour standing by the road waiting for the car to come back.
Then, last night, he had another treat in store for me. I’ve mentioned before that he’s not a good sleeper. In LB’s case, it’s not a run-of-the-mill night-time disturbance that’s easily dealt with. He wakes up with full-blown insomnia and it keeps us both up for a couple of hours while he tosses and turns.
It’s really very annoying – and tiring.
Here are some of the random thoughts that went through my mind in the small hours last night, after my mum (who has also been getting up in the night, bless her) deposited a wide-awake LB in my room:
– “In the morning I’ll google diseases that make small children wriggle so much at night.”
– “Has my sister-in-law forgiven me?”
– “Should I get a proper job?”
– “Maybe I should research little-known reasons for night-time fidgeting right now. My iPhone’s by the bed.”
– “Why are beds in England so narrow? This double bed is only just big enough for LB and me. Someone – probably me – is going to end up on the floor.”
– “I wonder if my sister-in-law got my email. Perhaps it got lost.”
– “Is it worth trying to go back to Dubai via Nice and get DH to meet us there? I wouldn’t have to do the long Dubai flight by myself with the kids.”
– If LB goes to sleep in the next half hour and it takes me another half an hour to get to sleep after that, I’ll get another three hours’ sleep. That’ll be ok.”
– “I really had better research what wriggling could be a symptom of right now. Or would LB just want to play games on my iPhone?”
– “We could take the Eurostar to Paris. BB would love that. And do Eurodisney. Could I face it? How crowded would it be at this time of year?”
– “Oh god, it’s 5.06am. STOP fidgeting and GO TO SLEEP!”
– “Should I give him medicine?”
– “Perhaps my brother’s cross with me too?”
– “What should I buy my best friend for her 40th birthday. Crikey, I can’t believe we’re turning 40. How did that happen? Weren’t we just teenagers?”
– “DON’T kick me! You just nearly gave me a nose bleed.”
– “Why isn’t LB talking in sentences? He’s nearly three. When my friend’s boy was three he could read the health and safety notice at nursery. That’s amazing.”
– “I wish I lived closer to this friend. It’s been so nice seeing old friends with shared history while in England.”
– “Oh no, is that light creeping round the curtains? I’m not in the mood for the bloody birds to start chirr-uping.”
– “Should we try counting sheep together? 1-2-3. No, it’s just bonus stimulation time for him. Can I remember anything from that baby yoga class?”
– “If I had a proper job, I wouldn’t be in such a mess with my invoicing.”
– “He’s sleeping – at last! Only lightly, but he’s lying still. Now I just have to get myself to sleep. Right here goes.”
– “What if Catherine the Great doesn’t come back to us after her vacation in the Philippines?”
– “Can’t sleep. The edge of the bed is really uncomfortable and I daren’t move for fear of waking him. Feeling panicked about getting to sleep now.”
– “Omg, what will I do if Catherine doesn’t come back?”
– “Oh no, I can hear people going to work.”
– “Should I give myself some medicine?”