Today was the day … the delivery of DS’s big boy bed! However, things are not going to plan! I knew that it wouldn’t be plain sailing but at 9.40 pm (the time right now), DS is standing in his doorway and wailing his head off. I went in at 8.30 pm and actually lay down next to him for 40 minutes in the hope that he would get the general idea of what was required of him. (Snow Patrol’s Chasing Cars, anyone?) All he did was sit next to me and chatter away while stroking my arm (which in its own little way was very sweet)! I consoled myself with the knowledge that in about 10 years time I shall have to prise him out of bed!! It’s gone quiet … either he has finally dropped off or DH has gone into him … my guess is the latter.
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