A sweet small voice. “I’m all wet.” I glance at the clock. 5:30 a.m.
5:30 a.m.!!! That’s close enough to claim he made it through the night, in his own room. In. His. Own. Room! The race car bed was a genius maneuver. Genius!
Do I snuggle with him for another half hour, or do I get up, put his bedding in the washer, and start my morning? After a few minutes of warm snuggly contemplation, I decided to go ahead and get on with the day.
A quiet morning to myself. A cappuccino. A few minutes for a blog post. Even so, bets are on that I’ll be late for work anyway. A night on his own though! So worth it.
