Sleep is my favourite and is my best…

What is it with kids and sleep? I love sleep. To paraphrase Lola, Sleep is my favourite and is my best! Bed is one of my favourite places. Snuggly duvet, maybe a hot water bottle if it’s cold, a good book, bliss. If I don’t get enough sleep then I get A Bit Grumpy, just like Daddy Pig. Except that I actually get irritable almost to the point of murderous rage, whereas Daddy Pig’s grumpiness is really quite mild in comparison.

Little Miss Bean is of the opinion that the best thing to do with my bed is to jump on it. Monkey Boy has not yet mastered the art of bouncing to the same degree as his big sister but he is working on it. Certainly they are both agreed that sleeping in a bed is a last resort, something they give in to only when they have exhausted all other possibilities. At two and four years old the world is still new and full of excitement, to sleep might be to risk missing some of it.

I realise I am not alone and my kids are hardly unique in this respect. Talking to mummy friends or an afternoon in the health visitor clinic quickly reveals that sleep is a common obsession among parents. Everyone has an opinion on it too, from your own parents and in-laws to the person behind you in the supermarket queue. They might be good opinions, they might be rubbish. However strongly attached that person is to their answer as the only answer there really are few hard and fast rules in parenting.

However, when it comes to sleep the truth is really quite simple: they have to sleep eventually. We all do, or else we die. They may not sleep when I want them to, or where I want them to, but they have to sleep somewhere, sooner or later. (I’ve been reading about Zen, can you tell?) I cannot control my children’s sleep patterns. Acknowledging that is quite liberating. Now I just have to actually give up trying to control them in practice…Wish me luck!


Seriously Excited!

Well I’ve done it. I’ve registered the name and here I am writing my first post. I’ve been thinking about it for nearly a year, making lists, deliberating about titles and content and so forth, but there’s no hurry is there? Although I’ve got so much to say I don’t where to start…

So who am I? I am a registered health visitor and have recently become a stay at home mum to two noisy, grubby but gorgeous under fives: Little Miss Bean (4) and Monkey Boy (2). So I’m finding out what its really like at the coal face of full time parenting, somthing I’ve been cheerfully advising others on for years. I think, however, that my dual role as mother and health visitor gives me a particular perspective. I’ve always had lots to say for myself, and blogging will (I hope) give me a creative outlet and give my family and friends a break and a chance to get a word in edgeways.

I am not very technically savvy yet, I mean I can find a web page and I can shop online (much to my Beloved Husband’s regret), but I am no IT whizzkid. I’ve been reading and admiring other blogs and wanting to join the party for a while though, and when I read this post 7 Ways Starting a Blog is like having your first child I decided to take plunge. After all I didn’t have a clue what I was doing then either!

And the name? Well everything else I came up with was already taken or just too boring for words. And when I was three I really did have a doll called Serious. No doubt that gives an insight into my character. My mother still cannot tell the tale with a straight face. My brother-in-law thought it sounded like a good title for a misery memoir, but as I fortunately have little real misery to recount I thought it would do as a blog name instead.