That's ok, I really wanted to spend more time with you!

Against my better judgement I put the sleeping toddler in bed before the big boys were in bed.

Yes, they all share a room.

Yes, that's pretty novel.

That's right, we are kind of crazy, but the mortgage repayments are a pittance and I can sleep easily at night...unless the children are doing as children sometimes do and disturb my sleep, but that's another post!

Anyway, yeehaa! Sleeping toddler! How heavenly that I could do stories without being headbutted and/or climbed on and off and on and off and on off of the whole time!

As B1 and B2 were going to bed I foolishly say: "Be quiet so you don't wake Mr 1."

In Fouryearoldboy that translates to: stage whisper even louder than your regular speaking voice, require extra reading material which you should definitely drop rather loudly, muck around with your big brother and generally make a pain of yourself in order to wake the sleeping babe.

Mission accomplished!

And you've made mum irate too, good job!

Believe it or not, half an hour of sleeping is PLENTY for a toddler who has only managed a half an hour nap all day and been completely crabby for 99% of the afternoon/evening. It's party time!

I sat with Mr 1 patting his back, willing him to go back to sleep.

Nuh-uh, things to do, things to touch and see!

I snuggled him, nuh-uh, I am toddler let, me mischief!

I'm without other adult company tonight, so my night was going to involve a movie which my husband would not watch without complaining, a date with a hair removal device followed up by stinking the house out with some nail polish. Instead my date is with the folding and this...

It's for his own safety...I can't strangle his cute face very easily back there.

Sigh.