We have a big secret in our house. My wonderful, curious, independent, amazing, well behaved and reasonable toddler doesn't sleep through the night. Not only does she not sleep through the night but she wakes up every hour. And the only thing that will get her to go back down in nursing. I am her lovey and if her father dares try to comfort her she will cry herself into hysterics.
It is exhausting.
And while I curse the fact that I have gotten no sleep or that I woke up with a back spasm because the sleep I got was in a weird position trying not to roll over on the baby that has climbed into bed; I know I will one day miss the sweet baby cuddles.
But tonight is not that night.
Tonight is the night I wish I could stick a pacifier in her mouth and a dolly under her arm and just send her off to bed.
But I can't
I can't have my child scared and upset because I'm not there. So I will finish my tea and post my blog entry and go back to bed before she wakes up again. And tomorrow I will be tired.
But my child will be happy.