But not tonight. No, tonight it's all going to change. Tonight when Youngest Son awakes demanding his bed upgrade, well, I'm afraid it's not going to happen. Tonight Youngest Son will spend all night in his bed.
Yes, brave words, the kind of words one might expect to hear hours before the drama – and associated emotional battle - but I have a plan: I'm going to knit socks through the crying. In a few minutes I'm going to cast on, grabbing these last moments of semi-functioning brain to at least get the stitch count correct, and then I'll continue the knitting while Youngest Son and I "negotiate" the new rule. The fire will be stoked, I'll have cats to keep me company, plenty of hot, decaffeinated drinks to the ready and the wonderful, re-assurance of sock knitting. (If this were to occur, say 12 hours earlier / later in the day, it might actually be a treat! And as much as I'm trying to put a positive spin on this, don't even think of suggesting that this is "me time".)
Tomorrow, I'll show you the progress I've made with the first sock. Any more than the cuff and I'll probably be really, really tired.