Picture it: Last night I get woken up by coughing, lots of coughing and a little voice in the dark saying "I need cough medicine". I get the medicine, the only one I can find without my glasses and barely opened eyeballs. It just so happened that Bailey doesn't like that particular medicine and began to cry. I was half awake, could barely talk and was so not in the mood for that, I told him to suck it up it's all we had. Yes I know, Bad Mama award. I gave him some water, and walked him back to bed. I made a pit stop at the spare bathroom and when I walked out I could hear him crying. SHIT now what. I go in and he's hunkered down in his bed in a funny position.
He'd spilled his water all over himself and his bed because he tried to get the cup off of his toy box while still lying down. After changing his sheets and tucking him back in, I made my way back to bed. As I was climbing under the covers, I saw the clock, 3:34 and I smiled, like I always do when I see the clock around that time of the morning.
I love my babies with every ounce of me, but I wish I'd been awake at 3am because I was making out with the hottie that is my hubby.
3 comments:
Aw baby! I love this post!!!
I wanna huge you both right now.
I miss you so much.
aww. so sweet.
Ahhh, what a gorgeous post to catch up on! You guys just make such a cute couple and you are far from bad mama! Your rock chick!!!
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