......... be they an annoying 2 year old, or a sleep in on a Sunday. You don't realise how much a part of your life these things are, until they aren't there for a time, and then come back.
Today, for the first time in almost 12 months, the husband and I got to sleep in. We slept til 10, an unheard of luxury, then had breakfast and read the paper - in bed! In peace. This is how our lives were meant to be, at this stage of our existence.
As glorious as this morning was, I find myself hanging out for the return of the annoying 2 year old. Not the annoying part, but the cute part. 7 a.m. demands for breakfast? Not a happy thought. Tired, cranky baby fighting to stay up at 10-11 p.m.? Lord preserve me (he rules his father with a tiny iron fist). The demand that Nanna pick him up for a cuddle and kiss? That I can handle.
What I hope is that his mother has grown up (and not before time) and we can continue the overnights - once or twice a fortnight, to give his grandfather and I some breathing space. We love him dearly, and he is gorgeous, but we are not mentally or emotionally equipped to handle a 2 year old for 12-14 hours a day anymore. We need our sleep.We are old.
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