Last night was a long ‘un. About half-past twelve, Elisha decided that sleep was for the weak and decided to wreak havoc in his cot. I then stupidly decided that perhaps he would be happier in my bed, seeing as there is all the extra room with Brett away. Stupid move Mummy! You know when you are in that half way between awake and asleep place. Yeah, well I went there pretty quickly, but someone else didn’t. And it wasn’t until about FOUR o’clock that I realised Elisha hadn’t gone back to sleep and neither had I. Needless to say he was hastily returned to his cot, where havoc re-ensued but only for a brief moment. Tonight, no cuddles.