Inspired by eleanorfromthecommentbox, here goes. My musings on being a psychologist and a mother and the dilemmas, reflections and stuff it throws up. And other stuff too, maybe. Don't expect too much.
Thinking the days of broken nights were over long ago my little un decided to have earache, nightmares, something in his eye (?) and general 'I can't get back to sleep-ness' between 2am and 5 am. Woke up dog-tired and ended up swearing when he argued over homework. He was chipper and so off to school as usual. Realised no amount of theory makes up for tlc, reassurance and cuddles in these situations. Broke my 'never bring him into my bed in the night' rule and it worked thankfully.
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