Yep. It’s 4AM here. I should have been in bed hours ago. Guess what? I haven’t been also asleep yet. I decided to stay up and finish my show, which then turned into watching about 3 more episodes on top of that.
Finally decided I needed to stop, so here I am sitting in the bathroom, hiding from the world, writing this to the world. What a cliché right?
I should be hurrying up. Getting my 11 month old up from get ever so sweet slumber and letting her nurse, hoping she doesn’t realize she’s half way away. Like seriously though, my boobs are full and hurt. But there is that other part, in the back of my mind, that just really doesn’t want to get her up. I just really want her to wean, even though the thought of it kills me. Because it makes me feel special and needed knowing I’m what’s keeping her nourished and alive.
Then there is my husband. I should have went to bed with him. Cuddled up and feel asleep hours ago. Now by the time I’m finally in the best part of my slumber, if it ever comes, he will be getting up to get ready and go to work, so he can work the day away while I stay home with the girls. Hard to believe we’ve been married almost 2 years now! We love, we laugh, we Fight! Some days are better than others.
Anyways I guess I better force myself out of the mobile world and back into my life reality. I shall tippy toe in and wrap my arms around my sweet baby so she can suckle and sleep. Then as I lay her back to sleep, check on the others and rest in peace knowing they are all safely tucked in. After all is said and done I’ll crawl in bed and under the covers, get next to my sweetie and try and slumber till he wakes in the morning hours.
What about you?