Today is all about survival.
I got into bed last night at around midnight or so but didn’t fall asleep until 4am. Shall we examine this?
It’s that wonderful time of year when Luke gets the never-ending post nasal drip, drip, drip and cough, cough, cough.
“Mom, I need honey.” Luke called from his bed.
He ended up traveling into our bed and in his slumber turned his body diagonally so that my husband nearly freaked out because he wasn’t sleeping either, and his alarm clock is set for 4:30am.
During this experience of not-sleeping-and-being-kicked-by-Luke (good thing I turned my face in the other direction, so I didn’t suffer a broken nose), Madeleine woke up from what I’m assuming was a bad dream.
Pick up Madeleine. Rock her, whisper to her that she’s ok and that Mommy is here. Plop Madeleine back in crib and creep back to bed.
I don’t know where the time went during the night but it wasn’t pretty.
Feels like the newborn days again.
Survival. That’s all I can do today.