Is there ever enough time?

My last post was nearly a month ago. It comprised 23 words and is the only posting since 30 March. What happens to time? And where do I start?

A brief update of what has happened in that time (I will fill in some of the details later - provided I get time of course!!):

Went to stay with my mum in Wales for 2 weeks, but the baby wouldn't sleep so came back after a week, when he was firmly ensconced in my bed, waking every 2 hours for (breast) milk and I had severe sleep deprivation.
Managed to get him back into his cot and attempted to introduce bottles in the night - he took a full bottle 2 nights running and then flatly refused to have a bottle anywhere near him again. At least he's not being fed in the night anymore.
Didn't stop the night waking though and 2 weeks ago we set off for a holiday in Cornwall with him still waking a number of times in the night, often for 2 hours at a time.
Unbelievably, on hols he woke a couple of times a night for the first 5 nights and slept through thereafter.
Came back home on Saturday full of hopes and plans for all the things I was going to do -
see friends, start exercising, post to my blog every day, maybe venture on a night out - and he's stopped sleeping again...he appears to hate his very expensive and beautiful cot bed and matching bedroom...he far prefers either sleeping in my arms as I sit in the chair in his room or snuggling up in my bed (I have conceded defeat both of the last 2 nights after wakings every half an hour or so!).
What to do? I am so tempted to buy a cheap cot like the one they had at the holiday house - it was little and he liked to hold on to the round spars at the sides...maybe he used them as a comforter...again, what about the beautiful expensive comforter that I bought before he was born?...not good enough apparently!
Whilst this does seem like a ridiculous strategy, I would currently do anything for some sleep. Tonight I am going to have to try the dreaded sleep training (aka controlled crying) and see if that works. If not, I will be off to IKEA tomorrow morning and building a new cot tomorrow afternoon!
And at the same time as all this, we have reached the 'terrible two and a halfs' with our eldest son. I never realised how easy it is to fight with a toddler. I start every day vowing that its not going to happen and by 9.30am I am threatening him with all sorts if he does not do this or that.
Oh how I wish I could chill out!