One very tired bunny....

Oliver is very tired little man these days.

He is suffering from a) nightmares - anything from trees falling on tractors to getting strapped in his car seat - b) being a wriggler so he wriggles his way out from under the duvet to get cold in his arctic room and c) insisting that he can only sleep when it's dark outside (boy, are we going to buggered when the sun doesn't set until gone 9pm and is up at 4.30am). I think he is also having a growth spurt and between all of the above, and a very full schedule, we are heading into dark waters.

Today he got up at 6am after going to sleep at 8pm, thus losing 2 hours of usual sleep. Uh oh. We had a tantrum over socks before breakfast, a tantrum over not taking a toy to school, a tantrum over how I dared to take a bite of his fishcake when he'd asked me to test how hot it was. You get the picture.

The piece de resistance, however, was on leaving school when I chucked a half eaten apple from his lunchbox into a field that he'd just refused. The world ended. He screamed blue murder the entire way home: the first half of the journey we had to go back to school to retreive the apple from the ditch, the second half was him begging to be taken back to Tigglets so he could stay the night. No manner of persuading from either Jeff or myself (yes, he was still banging on about the apple when Jeff got home at 7ish) would convince himself that the other children had gone home - he saw them all leave - and the teachers didn't live at school. When he finally begrudingly acknowledged that Mrs Head might live elsewhere, he still said he would be happy to sit in a dark, cold, empty school, just to prove a point.