This morning, I was trying to get Elijah down for a nap. This was rather unsuccessful. Elijah had decided, after falling asleep on the boob, that he didn't want a nap after all. He got tired of fighting me, so just lay in my arms, staring at the ceiling and occasionally kicking me.
Problem was, I was falling asleep. After two nights of a return to the bad old days, I was wrecked.
So I did something I've never done before: I put him in the cot, closed his door and went to my room. He only whinged for about 30 seconds and then I could hear him quietly playing to himself in the cot. He was probably playing with the blinds again. He really enjoys looking outside. This is probably because he doesn't often get to go outside due to the combination of blistering heat, his fair skin and red hair and hard ground that is not conducive to outdoor play.
I lay on my bed, willing him to stay quiet, so I could have a little break. Next thing I know, it's half an hour later and I've been woken up because he's obviously bored and wants some company.
Thank you, Bugalugs for giving me that 30 minutes. I needed it. And I was a much nicer Mummy the rest of the day for it.