Sleep is for the weak

Had about two hours' sleep last night, thanks to a noisy, cross toddler who woke just after midnight and refused to do anything but shout until gone three. Finally negotiated a truce whereby he could play in his room for as long as he liked, as long as he was quiet about it. He pottered about until after four, I think. Daddy and I were like half-shut knives today, but L was full of beans, as usual. Calm is the opposite of what I've been today, so even though this bottle is two years past its use-by date, I will be partaking of a large dose this evening...