I have my days.
...and nights.
Where I go to bed at midnight.
And then wake up at two.
And then again at 4:45 to get chase away a nightmare.
And then again at six.
And then again at 6:20.
And then finally to start the day at 6:45.
In those moments of sleep deprivation, I often wonder why I do what I do.
But then after a full day of...
Building blocks,
and play-doh pizza parties for all the dollies in the house.
Or dancing to Disney songs whilst spinning my princess around and around.
Or crooning to a cute little face thats deliciously chubby.
I only think I'm glad to be doing what I'm doing.
And those nights will get better.
So true. And as dorky as it sounds, I know one day I will be in my rocking chair, and I will be missing these days of little toys, little finger prints, little cut up food, little kisses and little hugs. Who needs sleep when there are big memories to be made?
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