There were four in the bed and the little one said "I'm starving! Wake up Mum!" so they all rolled over and Mum woke up and wrestled herself out the fiddly cup - "Please remember that I'm the boss and you're my slave now, sleep is for the weak so feed me Mum!" There was a palpable and unidentified tension in the house as we all hit the hay last night; Roman had a very disturbed night of bad dreams and broken sleep, finally heading through to our bed around 4am for cuddles with Daddy where he spent the rest of the night. Alex was only dozing most of the night, listening out for Roman having a nightmare so he could head through and calm him down. Jasper decided that actually seven was the number of times he needed feeding, so he and I spent the night awake and slowly falling out as we got more and more exhausted. This morning, after giving up and getting out of bed just before seven, leaving Alex and Roman asleep - shortly later followed by Alex who'd smelt the coffee and was just as broken as I felt. Roman, of course, snoozed on until 8 and Jasper immediately fell asleep when I got downstairs with him - leaving just Alex and I sleep deprived. This is not going to be my favourite day - Roman is not, I suspect, going to nap today so I'm not going to get much down time; if anyone fancies taking two small shouty men for a couple of hours I'm hiring them out! I don't do overtired well! A tip - when you're lying in bed at night don't think "baby will be awake in half an hour for a feed so I might as well stay awake and read" - that half hour might be all the sleep you're going to get, take it whilst you can!