I may be struck down for saying this but my son has been asleep since 8pm, it's a goddamned miracle. Of a type. Did he have a nap? No. Did I run his little tush off in the playground? Yes. Did he have four mates over for a playdate this afternoon? Yes. Did I stuff him full of carbs at dinner to make him sleepy? Yes. Did I sneak 'relaxing aromatherapy' bubbles into his bath? Check. Did I read every book on his shelf that ends with the lead character fast asleep? Indeedy.
Did I have to hold him down while he shouted 'NO SLEEP DON'T WANT IT DON'T WANT IT NO SLEEP DON'T WANT IT' until he gave up and then did I cave in to his demands and cramp myself next to him in his cot until he was actually snoring?
We're having a strange time at the moment (I see I have reverted to the Royal we recently, as opposed to the royal wee although both are appropriate). Our little spud is resisting food and sleep and the toilet and pretty much anything that might possibly cave in under resistance. The frog, who is a pushover, has NO chance therefore and has been abused so much in the past three days that it's a wonder he's still living under the same roof.
Perhaps it's a function of growing older and realising that actually, one is a separate organism to one's aged Ps and therefore ought to be able to do exactly as one wishes; coupled with the realisation that one is in control of almost nothing, including one's own body. Perhaps it's a growth in imagination and things that were once innocent are imbued with the menace of shape, sound and monsters under the bead. Perhaps it's just that with the new nursery being larger and with fewer carers per head that the spud is finding out for the first time what it is like to struggle to get attention or to be noticed or to behave in a place where there are more rules.
Who knows what it is. I hope it passes soon though as I worry that these clouds that pass through him and around him are the first of the many that will leave their heavy touch on him over the years and while he has to grow up and come to terms with the reality of human existance, I'd rather spare him as long as I can.