Living the dream
The time: 6:05 a.m.The place: The big bed.
The scene: Judybat and I are sleeping soundly. Suddenly, the quiet is broken by the pad-pad-pad of Boy-feet. He climbs up and collapses between us. As soon as he's settled, there's a rustling from the other room. TheGirl, who has woken just once and very briefly since 9:30 p.m., is doing her pre-awakening squirm. I bring her into bed and commence with the a.m. feeding. When she finishes, I close my eyes for just a moment, hoping to get back to sleep on the sliver of mattress my family has left me. Instead, the sound of baby giggles wakes me up. TheBoy is making goo-goo faces at his sister. She is stroking his hair and grinning from ear to ear.
I think I'm going to start weaning myself from the Zoloft.
posted by AnnaRay at 9:29 AM
2 Comments:
great news, woman! What an idyllic scene. :)
I woke up one day with WFAN blasting at me from across the room ("Let's hear from Stan on Staten Island..."), husby feeding chortling baby, and the dog in half my spot crowding my legs. Apart from the WFAN, it was a nice scene, though not the one I'd envisioned for myself as an adult back when I was a teenager. Did that make any sense?
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