Ooh so Monday night and it was fun. H was tired out after having had a good play in the park during the day. She fell out of bed pretty much every 20 minutes until 1am.

At one point she was crawling in her sleep, her eyes clamped shut, trying to get away from me. I forgot what a fast crawler she was. She was in her dream but I could talk to her, so I asked what was bad. “Nursery” she said. Argggggggggg. She didn’t remember a thing in the morning. (ha, that old chestnut)

Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and we had lots of shouting, with a slightly troubled looking little girl out of bed and wondering what on earth was going on, although she was still kind of in her dream. Mummy always saves her from bad dreams.