Where I am right now is the bottom bunk of my boys' bed. I'm here every night, folks. I've read every other boy off to dreamland, but this one remains wide awake. This little guy is attached to my arm, so I'm blogging with one finger on my phone.
I'm utterly exhausted, but I cannot sleep because I'm frankly pretty uncomfortable. I know if I get up right now this guy will cry for me until the whole house is awake. And that seems like a pretty selfish move just to get to climb into the fluffy comfort of my own bed. He was sleeping well in the new bed up until the last few weeks. I sneak out once he's fallen asleep but he wakes almost hourly and cries till I'm laying by him again.
Some of you may tell me I need to let him cry it out...that he really should get used to sleeping without me by his side. And he will. But right now, he's still very little. I can't say why he's going through this needy stage right now, but all too soon he will be grown, all too soon he'll no longer want to climb into my lap. And I know I will miss these days so much.
Now that I have older boys I wish I would've spent more time with them, rather than training them to do without me so I could get a few more minutes of sleep. My children come first right now, not to spoil them, but because they need to. When an ounce of frustration creeps in, it helps to remind myself:
The days are long, but the years are short.
