Cheeky Monkey No. 2 is still taking roughly an hour to settle down to sleep after initially putting her in her cot bed and saying goodnight.
Showing her that Cheeky Monkey No. 1 is also in bed helped. But didn't solve the problem by any means.
I get the feeling, from the way she is crying, that she is still a little unsure about the move to a cot bed (which we did 11 days ago now) and is finding it all too new and strange. So my approach has been to return to her room no more than 1 minute after she's started crying, and to calmly give her a hug, kiss and place her back in the cot. The firm, but understanding, approach.
Finally I got her in bed and asleep, and was able to start on the 'iron-on' labels that I still hadn't managed to get into CM1's school clothes yet, as I hadn't been able to find them, stored as they were, in a 'safe' place. It turns out that the 'safe' place for 'iron-on' labels is, quite obviously, a sewing box. Female logic is a powerful thing.
So we are prepared for the first day at school tomorrow. But I am having pangs of guilt for getting her a second hand school cardigan and jumper (with school logo). Why I should feel that they should be new I don't know. CM1 certainly couldn't care less. But I do. I feel that they should be spanking new. Untouched. But in the spirit of being a contradictory female, I also want to re-use, recycle, let old school uniform items meet their school destiny once more. Especially as I have now discovered charity stores and markets and second-hand baby wear stores (try Lilypads in Chesterfield ) for top fashions for less than £5.
Clearly I am freaking out, in the manner of a occasionally yummy mummy, about completely pointless issues, that I absolutely need not freak out about.
Unfortunately, being a mum does that to you. So the tip for today is simple. Take a breath. Breathe. Pause; if only for a few seconds. And try Micheal Buble for some feel good music.