I’m in bed with a stranger – and finally getting some sleep | Hadley Freeman

I thought I'd tried everything for my insomnia, but then I found Tamara Levitt

You all know how much I love 80s movies, and the one rule of 80s movies is that there is always a sequel. So consider this a sequel column. It might not be up there with The Empire Strikes Back, but I reckon it equals the emotional drama of Ghostbusters II.

Back in March, I wrote about my lack of sleep, due to my sleep-resistant baby. Well, funny how that story turned out! The baby is now sleep-trained, but I have managed to un-sleep-train myself. Is there greater hell than this?" I'd wonder, soothing a bawling baby at 4.13am, but if there's one thing 2020 has taught us, it's that the answer to that question is always yes. What's worse than being kept awake by your baby? Being kept awake by your own fritzed-out brain, while that treacherous little baby sleeps peacefully. I've considered demanding she now soothe me - a bit of quid pro quo here, baby - but I'm not sure she can sling me over her shoulder.