Not my friend

She woke up at 12.10am and then we spent the next five hours, comforting her, feeding her, rocking her, putting her back down only to hear a cry when we got back in bed. It wasn't till half five I admitted defeat and came downstairs put on CBeebies and collapsed on the settee.

I know I shouldn't complain, it's just parenthood but she's normally so good. I was that tired I sliced a bit of my thumb of with a scalpel. She better sleep tonight.