You might remember, the boy went to sleep quickly last night. He subsequently woke up at midnight, 3am, and 5am. The night is a blur of wailing and bottle sucking. And that was just from me.
But yes, the boy had a restless night, which means that we had a restless night. My neck, which was already sore, seems to have worsened in the night. Nine hours of day job to look forward to, followed by who-knows-what. Laundry, most likely.
As they say: the Emperor protects.