It’s a relief to be out of bed today. Do you recall how upset M got over the new street lights that have been installed? Sorry I don’t know how to link to the post yet (am so not a tech head) but here’s the page if you are interested:
Well, last night she settled well enough, mostly due to melatonin, after what I am now used to every night, a wee grumble about the wrongness of said lamps.
I had a very late night myself (home alone again as hubby is off on a business trip) and about midnight there was a power cut. It saved me from making a late night a very late one by compelling me to lay down instead of reading as I like to do regardless of the hour. I assumed that with it being so dark I would nod off quickly. Oh how wrong could I be!
“Mumma” “Yes, what’s the matter?” “I can’t sleep” “It’s ok, it’s just a power cut, I’m here” (M sleeps in our room – long story, autism and anxiety mean we have sacrificed privacy for sleep) “No, Mumma it’s too dark, I can’t see, where are the lights?” “The power cut has turned them all off, but it’s nice like this, no nasty street lights to shine in”
But of course, nasty street lights are better than none, and to be fair it was absolutely pitch black, I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face (that’s country living for you). I used the light from my mobile phone to check on M, and she insisted she came into bed with me. Cue moving her, her special pillow (mine smells “wrong”) and her weighted blanket. Then followed a 2 hour wriggle, stretch, kick and general fidgeting with some cuddles until one of us fell asleep. It might have been me. I know from the radio alarm clock this morning that the power must have come back on at approximately 2.13 am, and so I reckon I have had the maximum of 4 and half hours sleep. Bleurgh.
Moral of the story – just because it has changed and you don’t like it, you might discover that you in fact prefer it to the alternative of nothing. Please let M remember this tonight when we will, I am, sure, be debating the merits of the street lamps.