Another sleep deprived momic.
I found a toy shopping cart at the recycling depot’s store and brought it home for Jack. He seems to really dig it.
I’m sure in his mind, it’s a vehicle for all the things he wants in life.
Unfortunately, my cynicism gets in the way of being totally happy for him.
I’m already sort of regretting the 25 cents I spent on the thing.
When Jack was first born, we had him “sleeping” (hah) in a bassinet beside our bed. It wasn’t by choice necessarily, there just simply wasn’t enough room in our double IKEA bed. There was barely enough room while I was pregnant.
But when he was a few months old, we moved from our small, but cozy, apartment in the city to an under-renovation house in our hometown during one of the coldest winters the West Coast had seen in years.
Jack had just outgrown his bassinet, so while we were settling, couch surfing and just trying to keep warm, Jack moved into the bed with us.
This was fine with us as I wasn’t into navigating the stairs to Jack’s room in the middle of the night.
We were both fine with it at first, imagining a cozy family snuggling down for the winter.
Little did we know what we were getting ourselves into.
Navigating stairs in the middle of the night was juuuust fine.
How are your nights?
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