Toddler wakes at 4:40 a.m., and dad brings him into bed. Little guy struggles against sleep for half an hour, whispering “play” and “oh hi!” every few minutes. Finally he drapes himself over my neck, one knee in my right boob, and konks out. I’m laying here trying to decide whether this is more or less comfortable than being nine months pregnant.
2 thoughts on “Sleep Tight”
My toddler will yell out names from her crib at 3AM, ranging from Dada, Mama, Papa, Nana… to Caillou and Minnie Mouse, until someone goes and gets her. Then, she rotates in our bed until she’s laying perpendicular to us, with feet on my throat, and whispers “Go away”and “Stop it” if I try to move her. A continual lack of sleep is what I imagine hell to be like.
Ha! So funny & sweet.