This morning I felt like the mother of a newborn. I’m not.
My husband said, “Didn’t you see that truck that drove through our room last night?”
The 17 month old had a rough night last night. She was coughing and had junk in her throat; even half gagged a couple times.
When the kids don’t sleep good, I don’t sleep good.
When I get in and out of bed my husband will notice. He doesn’t always notice the kids, but he notices when I’m up and down. Of course, I don’t bump him on purpose! Well, not more than once anyways.
Is it nap time yet?