Last night we almost had sleeping through; a full 12 hours of sleep from Little B and a full 8 hours of undisturbed sleep for me and Mr B. That is were it not for the students who live across the street having a party at 3.30am.
We were woken up and the party broken up by a string of expletives from Mr B, stood in the middle of the street in bare feet.
Little B then spent the next half hour talking to himself and making use of his new found skill of putting his legs through the cot bars. So all in all, less sleep than usual.
The worst thing about it all is that we would both have liked to have been at a house party, not getting up at 7am to face dirty nappies and a washing mountain.