You know, I love this child. But I have moments, like right now at 4 am when I’m in pain and can’t sleep in my own bed because there is a toddler in there who is taking over the world one bed at a time, when I wonder what the heck was I thinking? It is times like these at o’dark thirty that I remember my life when I was not a parent with great fondness. You know, the sleeping all night, all the extra disposable income, the peace and quiet.
But then, I think about that face above and I can’t imagine my life without him. Feet in back, sleepless nights, no money having and all.
Sigh. I love that boy.