Nocternal negotiations

Amy’s been having some pretty unsettled nights recently. Originally we thought it was because of the heat, but it’s been pretty miserable weather round here lately and she’s still waking up a couple of times a night. She’s also not been too well, suffering from a bit of croup, so that’s probably got something to do with it. Plus her bedtime routine was disrupted slightly by visiting Kerry’s parents over the weekend.

Nine out of ten times we go into her she asks for some milk or to be covered up, but just recently she’s started to become more creative in her requests. The other night Kerry stumbled bleary eyed into her bedroom at 3am in order to sooth her tortured crying.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” she asked tenderly.
“I need a hot-dog” Amy responded through huge wracking sobs.

It’s possible that she’s gambling that her sleep deprived parents resolve will crumble when faced with repeatedly dragging themselves out of bed. Or perhaps she’s using that old negotiating trick of asking for the impossible in order that a more realistic alternative will appear more palatable. Whatever the reason, it’s keeping us amused. Last night she assured me she had woken up because she needed ice cream.

I’m tempted to wake up crying tonight and tell Kerry that I need a new laptop.

Bookmark It

Related posts:

1. Unsettled nights
2. Bunking off
3. 3:33am – 6:30am, 17/08/06
4. Now we can afford that Sherlock Holmes boxed set!
5. “I wee in the garden like holly, yes?”