Recently I have thought pulling a rabbit from my straw hat, or turning white doves into rainbow coloured unicorns, would be easier than Tommy sleeping a whole night.
As I'm sure you're aware dear readers, a whole night is not one hour, two hours, or even three hours. It is generally considered a full nights sleep to be eight hours for an adult and approximately ten hours for a five month old baby.
Try telling Tommy that!
It was all going so well, then for unknown reason to man, it was all spoilt. Although Google has tried to explain to me this unknown reason. It could be he is teething, it may be his mind is over active due to all the wonderful things he is learning. He might be cold/hot/hungry/disorientated/uncomfortable/wet or dirty nappy.
So there you go, I have a list to choose from. Because Tommy is only five months and can not speak, it's a process of elimination.
It's also exhausting and frustrating.
I was fully aware how lucky we were that after the first night or two he's been a good sleeper. People used to look at me with envy and disbelief when I uttered those heavenly words, "He's a good sleeper, sleeps right through the night."
Now when I explain the circumstances I receive looks of pity and sympathy.
I'm praying it's a short phase as it's not ideal when your evening is continually interrupted. More important than broken television viewing and cold dinners is how distressing it is hearing him crying and trying to comfort him.
We've tried everything hubby and I. Bonjella/rocking/extra milk/dummy/nappy change/radiator off or on/singing/despair.
Latest thing on the list is ordering a bamboo comforter from Amazon. Apparently if I sleep with it for a few nights it absorbs my scent and Tommy can cuddle up to this and feel comforted. I've also been informed Prince George uses one, as alas he was a poor sleeper for a while. I know this because my mum read it in the newspaper one day and telephoned me to say, "If it's good enough for Prince George, it's good enough for our Tommy!"
So no prizes for guessing what I'll be sleeping with tonight. That's once I'm allowed to sleep in my own bed and I'm not dozing off in the white wicker chair next to his cot, trying to comfort him.
One positive thing, I have the most organised mind ever right now. Well I have to think of something when I'm rocking Tommy back to sleep. I've planned his and my wardrobe for our forthcoming holidays to Suffolk and Cornwall, what chores to do on what days in the cottage, and basically I've merrily mapped out the rest of our lives.
Therefore, I'm praying his good sleep pattern will return and I can actually achieve these late at night, well devised, plans.
Or at least finish my dinner before it's inedible, and not nod off into my porridge every morning.
Wish me luck.