Yawn
Had a bit of a difficult night. It all started the night before school after the Christmas holidays. Olivier couldn’t sleep for the first time in his life. He doesn’t seem to be worried about anything and went back to school quite happily. The same happened last Sunday and last night, now he’s getting worried about not sleeping. I went in to sit with him for a while and told him to imagine lying on a warm sunny beach with the sound of the waves. He said he went to sleep pretty quickly with that. Only problem was he dreamt that he was on the beach buried up to his waist and the tide was coming in. I took ages to get back to sleep and when I did I dreamt about cleaning toilets.
There must be something Freudian there