Is it morning?

What a night? Not in a good way!

After spending way too long on the laptop uploading more products to my store, tweeting and mindless surfing as you do I went to bed, just getting int that snugly place where you are comfy enough to fall asleep and I hear the cries of my eldest son.

Firstly my hubby went to comfort him and that seemed to do the trick, a short while later he was awake again so stumbling to his room, in a scene that reminded me of my teenage years trying to sneak back into the house un-noticed, I sat with him for a while and returned to my room satisfied that hearing his mothers voice had soothed him, but no, I had barely got back into bed.

In a moment of madness I asked if he wanted to come to mums bed to avoid waking his brother - BIG MISTAKE. He slept like a baby (a statement I don't understand) and I was clinging onto the edge of the bed for dear life and being kicked repeatedly as he tossed and turned in his sleep, he clearly takes after his dad in that regard, he is a mover in bed.

The there is the cutest, angelic voice, "mummy its Sunday (thats what he calls it when sun is up" wake up, wake up I want cereal!"

But aware of my lack of sleep hubby jumped into action and had the kids swept away into the dining room for some breakfast leaving me to get a little sleep, which I did I fell into a deep deep sleep which was haunted by awful dreams - so needless to say I am not my usual self this morning, thankfully nights like this are rare, and it is worth it to know that my son did get off to a peaceful sleep.

Take care

Claire