My dear son wasn’t interested in staying up till midnight and also wanted someone to sleep with him. I volunteered as tribute. At 10pm.

His bed is not good for my back. He smacked me about in his sleep by accident (I think). I woke up every 2hrs and took ages to return to sleep. Around 3am he mumbled a “sorry” to me. But I think he was dreaming.

And now he is rejecting my pancakes.

I’ve had worse New Years. I’m gonna go eat pancakes.