Oh hey Tobias, why aren’t you getting into bed?
I lifted his top blanket to reveal his secret stash of goodies – amid the soil lay a biscuit and a lard bird feeder that had been missing for months. Today it must have been ripe enough to dig up to save for a midnight feast.
Having woken me up in the night, by rubbing his itchy eyes on his blanket, Tobias remained in bed long after I got up. Obviously tired. Not that anyone else would have been…
All the way to bed.
8.30pm, but I bet I will still be tired in the morning.
Lately when I can’t sleep it is not thoughts of work or worries about life that flow through my head keeping me awake. No, my brain likes to sing songs over and over. Last night I woke up around 1am and then, when trying to get back to sleep, my brain decided it was the perfect time to clap along because it felt like a room without a roof. I must have slept at some point though as I recall a dream.
I managed to make it through the work day but it is just past 8pm and I am in bed with a mug of sleepy tea. There better not be any singing tonight.
The guilty face of a boy caught in the bed, warming himself on the electric blanket.
The dog, tucked in and ready for bed.
We got a new microwave last week and William fell in love with the box it came in. He has slept in it all week, so today I decorated it to make it less obviously an appliance box.
Bedtime is nest time.
Under the covers reading at bedtime. Winter is here.
Pigalina's Palace 