Two nights in a row with very little sleep due to my 2-year old repeatedly waking up, coming to my bed and then tossing all night. At 5.30am he insisted on getting up, but tired and grumpy, needs to be carried around all the time. At 6.30 I couldn’t do this any longer so I put him in the pram and here we are, walking through the park. He’s fine by the way, running around and watching ducks, with a very exhausted and severely sleep deprived mum running after him. We’re almost alone in the park and I’m incredibly jealous right now of everyone who can have a lie in on a Sunday and a relaxed morning coffee.