My little guy is sleeping. I am awake. This is a rare occurrence lately. This kid will sleep through an alarm clock squawking next to his head (I think he may have gotten that from me) :-/ Then I try to get up... he is awake and very insulted. I completely understand his need to be close to his mama; I'm quite fond of snuggling him too. I just wish he would allow me ten minutes to shower before he resumes - quite literally - being the monkey on my back.
Life with him isn't usually this intense; he's a very laid back little guy. Considering the four teeth invading his mouth and my recent dairy indiscretions, though, I shouldn't be shocked that he's not feeling like himself. Poor kid. :(
And now he sleeps. And I breathe. Enjoy some tea. Knit. Eat lots of chocolate. Read an overdue library book. Listen to - and occasionally peek at- last month's Law & Order. Ignore all of the stuff I really should be packing. And ponder the amount of sleep I am missing. Ah, multitasking! I've always thought I wasn't good at it. ;)
And there's the cry...