After the birth of my second child I just assumed that I would be able to sleep the night through by the time she was three.
Who the heck was I kidding? Okay, to be fair she does sleep through the night a good part of the time, but then she goes through spurts, painful, agonizing spurts where she does not sleep. Last night (this morning?) I rolled over, just shy of 2:30 am to find a pair of big blue eyes staring at me. I don't know about you, but waking up to someone staring at you is just creepy. Or maybe that's just me remembering the year I had a stalker ex-boyfriend. Whatever.
"Mommy, I want to lay down and cuddle wif you."
"Mommy just wants to cuddle her pillow sweetheart."
I put her back in bed, give her a cuddle, turn back on her music, and go back to bed. I get all cozy and comfy again and am just about to fall back asleep when I feel those eyes back on me.
Rinse, lather and repeat. I am TIRED. Someone go get me a Diet Coke IV STAT.