Sleep has become one of the most precious past-times of my life since N came about. If you are a regular reader, you will already know that sleeping through a night is not something which has come into our lives yet (still hopeful). As a result when I go to bed has become a bit child like.
N is in bed and asleep no later than 7.30pm. This is a blessing as he is incredibly good at going to sleep at night - better than settling for a nap during the day even. It's also nice to have a little time just me and the hubby - but it never lasts for long. Why? Because I am clock watching from 8pm to see when it is acceptable for me to go to bed in comparison to my four month old (bear in mind that I am a 30 year old woman).
Typically I am in bed by 8.30pm and I'm not ashamed to write it on this blog. Sleeping when the baby sleeps is rubbish and usually by the time I have realised I should sleep, the wee man is starting to stir. I also have a house to tidy and catch up TV to watch. And so, if I make it to 9pm on an evening before going to bed I count that as a win.
However, if I am in bed at 8.30pm, that is also pretty awesome.
On that note - night night.
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