He may die early, but at least I've got good dinner party fodder

Adrian is a terrible sleeper, have I mentioned that before?  He has this 30 second window, and if he's woken in the middle of the night and isn't back to sleep before the window closes, he's up for the day.  He is possibly one of the kindest people on earth, but heaven help you if you read late with the light on or try to talk about a nightmare you just had.  Anyways, babies and toddlers being what they are, I'm pretty sure that having a child has taken more years off of his life than is normal.  It's also given him some pretty irreversible bags under his eyes.

Unfortunately for him (genetically because of him perhaps?), Ann is below average on the sleep spectrum as well.  Since we've moved to Victoria, at some point every night she comes into our bed.  We could probably correct this, but some time ago we underwent a form of sleep training called 'camping it out'.  This is a gentler form of 'crying it out', but nearly killed me nonetheless.  We are both unwilling to do this again, and so will bide our time until we can reason with/bribe her.  In most other ways she is pretty awesome, easy-natured and agreeable, so I can allow her a flaw or two.  In our bed she stays. 

She sleeps in the middle, and invariably rolls toward Adrian in the middle of the night (the slope towards him is a little steeper) until he is pressed up against the wall with Ann snuggled right in, all elbows and knees.  She'll snore and roll around and at about five she'll demand he get her a bottle, and so his day begins!  Poor bastard.  Between four and six last night I kept rousing to see her with her fingers under his chin "Tickle you, Daddy!  Tickle tickle!".   If it didn't have such an impact on his health it would be hysterical.

So he has taken to sleeping in shifts.  Every night at about nine he falls asleep on the couch until bedtime.  A kinder partner would consider adopting an earlier bedtime, but instead I take notes on the ridiculous things he says in his sleep and trot them out when we have company over. 

I'm all about finding a silver lining somewhere.