After two years of consistently inconsistent sleep, I’m thrilled to say the mini-me is now sleeping a lot better. She’s still an early riser, although she’ll now snore through to 6.30, which is a blissful lie-in compared to her previous 5- 5.30 am starts. Occasionally, though, like this morning, she throws an early start into the mix; just to keep us on our toes, you see.
The problem is that once she’s awake, she’s wide awake, whereas after two years of disturbed sleep I am not a morning person. And the challenge is always to find a happy medium of ways to entertain her that don’t involve me getting out of bed.
So at 6am this morning, we were both reciting ‘Going on a Bear Hunt’. It’s one of her current favourite books (along with a Chinese takeaway menu that came through the door – seriously) and we both know it from memory, so it doesn’t involve me opening my eyes much in the gloom to peer at a page.
It’s such a great book, dramatic, brilliantly repetitive, fun, and an enormously vivid story even when you don’t read with the pictures. This in itself is not without problems though, as I found as we came towards the end this morning. As follows…
- Me: *reading* Quick! Into the house, up the stairs…
- E: Mummy! The bear is coming!
- Me: It’s OK! They’ve shut the door, remember? The bear is trapped outside so he can’t get them
- E: Mummy! Bear is coming, shut our door!
- Me: *shuffles out of bed, shuts bedroom door. Gets back into bed*
- E: Oh no, bear get Mummy!
- Me: Don’t worry, it’s not a real bear, he’s a book bear, remember? I’m sure he’s very friendly really…and the bear is slow, mummy is very fast
- Alex: *snorts*
- Me: And remember at the end? The bear goes home and we say ‘bye bye bear’
- E: Bye bye bear
There’s silence for a few seconds. I hopefully close my eyes. And then…
- E: Mummy, does bear go home for dinner?
- Me: *sleep mumbles* Yes, yes he does
- E: What does bear eat for dinner?
- Me: What do you think he has?
- E: *thinks* Mashed potatoes, fish fingers and peas
- Me: And ketchup?
- E: yes *nods sagely* Can I have peas for breakfast?
There’s silence for a few moments.
- Me: *optimistically* Shall we go back to sleep?
More silence. And then…
- E: No, wake UP, mummy! More Bear Hunt please.
I peer at the clock, it’s 6.06. Going on a bear hunt again? It is Far. Too. Early.