Not a normal lie in

After I went out to sleep in the tent last night, I had a very broken night’s sleep. It rained about 3 ish, then Big woke up just after 6, slightly disgruntled as Small had, in the night, crept off his mattress and under the divider into her room. So I dragged him back onto his bed, and went back to sleep. Til just after 7.30 when Big decided she was hungry. Small slept on. Then there was a car alarm. And Small slept on. And on. Guess he must have had quite a disturbed night as well, it was around 10 when he finally got up I think, leaving the bedroom door open, so the kitten came to join me.

So I wasn’t in the mood for an active day. Small painted his car bank, and Big got out the beadloom. I actually managed to thread it up quite easily today, not that it made any difference as she went into meltdown several times over difficulty with the beads. Small discovered arcade games on the puter, and spent ages playing Sonic, and she removed herself to a different room and discovered how to redecorate a room online. They ran back and forth comparing notes, and only went outside every now and then, complete contrast to the last couple of days. Oh, and I think Big played backgammon against a puter as well, and that wasn’t very good as she lost. She isn’t very good at losing, can’t think where she gets that from 😉

Eventually the day wore around to bathtime, quick tantrum about that of course, but she went up eventually. Tim did stories, and then left her reading Tottie. About ten minutes later she came down in absolute floods of tears and announced “I don’t want to die”. Hm. Hadn’t realised the book had any traumatic death scenes in it (and when I went up and scanned it later, couldn’t find any to speak of). So we had to discuss death and what happens when you die (don’t know wasn’t a particularly satisfactory answer unfortunately).

Just been up to do goodnights and turn out the lights, and Small is also traumatised by the book – because he wants to read it to himself, and has just noticed that he can’t. Not quite sure what I’m supposed to do about that, don’t think that I can accelerate him up to reading overnight. And apparently he isn’t ever going to die or get old either. Until he’s 156.

So there.