It’s lacking for Ms. Rumour Mill. There is no
such thing as comfort at night any longer and
I came down with a fracking cold on the weekend
that stole what little sleep I was managing to get.
That, plus the fact that, our sweet little two year
old still doesn’t sleep through the night. I’m not
sure she ever will. I still have Mommy radar too
because I hear her every (almost) move. Last night
I awoke when her little feet hit the hardwood floor
beneath her bed… she didn’t cry out but pitter pattered
to her door and I saw her peak out and look in our room.
At that, my arm went out and I said, “come here sweets”.
She went to her dad’s side of the bed and scared the crap
out of him when he woke to find her right in his face. Classic.
{ 2 comments }
If you have the same nasty cold that I have, I pity you so much. Meds are the only thing that are keeping me sane.
Love waking up to a toddler in your face. hope you get some sleep soon! Hugs!