Last Sunday I was waking up, granted it was super early, in a huge king sized bed with the sounds of birds singing. Fields and trees as our view. This morning I’ve had a full night of cosleeping with P3, I can hear cars and see buildings. I’m feeling grumpy today. Agitated. It’s through lack of sleep and I’ve only really got myself to blame I think.
For the past week now I’ve been bringing P3 into bed with us from about 5am ish. Because the previous week I’d been up and downstairs whilst it’s still dark with a cheeky monkey who just won’t go back to sleep in her cot. Bringing her into bed solved this as she instantly went back to sleep. I thought I was getting more sleep but actually I’m feeling worse for it because not only do I get kicked left right and centre, I’m also left feeling guilty.
We coslept with P2 but I’ve always said we wouldn’t with P3. Until recently we hadn’t. I’m falling back into an awful habit I didn’t want to go back to. I need P3 to learn to self settle. I need to sleep because I’ve nearly had three years of broken nights and it’s really taking a toll on my body, my skin, my mood.
My Sunday Photo for this week has got to bed this one. I so desperately want to be back in that bed from holiday. At least if we coslept in that bed we’d have plenty of space between us!