Sleep, Blessed Sleep

Finally, finally, after a week of broken sleep and fragmented nights, the kids are over their jet lag. We knew that it would be bad - it always is - but Carl's inability (or downright refusal) to adjust back to Singapore time was literally driving me crazy. Sleep deprivation, frustration and plain desperation had reduced me to a screaming banshee, and the neighbours surely must be sick of me screeching "get back into your bed NOW!!!" at all hours of the night.
According to www.sleep-deprivation.com (I kid you not) the effects of ongoing sleep deprivation include tremors, slurred speech and irritability. Of course if the original lack of sleep doesn't cause these effects a few weeks of knocking back several gin and tonics a night to dull the pain probably will.
However we're all back into a more or less normal routine which means Niels and hubby sleep like blocks of wood all night while I wake up at every little noise and Carl comes to visit most nights around 3am to tell me he needs to pee, has just peed, or simply that he's awake and doesn't need to pee. Sometimes he can't find a toy in his room which means I have to roll out of bed and stumble around in the dark trying to find it - usually by painfully standing on it in the middle of his floor.
New years resolution No. 1: learn hypnosis to drop Carl into a peaceful trance for twelve hours a night.