Well Monday night was another mammoth sleep for Vincent from 1930-0705 (hooray!) and by all accounts he had a lovely day at nursery. I was at work all day into the evening as I went to a seminar so Pete picked him up, gave him dinner (fish fingers are a major favourite at the moment), bathed and put him to bed.Not such a good night last night but still in his bed the whole time (woke up for about 10 minutes at about 9pm obviously having had a bad dream and then at 430am needing a cuddle).
It was made worse by the fact that I felt so absolutely awful: terrible sore throat, in fact so bad that I toddled off to the doctors this morning to make sure it wasn't tonsillitis (even though I haven't had that for years now)but he doesn't think it is. Still I basically went back to bed until about 130pm and still don't feel great. It was lucky that today was another nursery day for Vincent. He is definitely getting much more used to it-hardly cries at all now when we leave him which is very good indeed.
Right... got to steel myself for a rehearsal now (dosed up with paracetamol and strepsils..)
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