I generally love it when you sneak into my bed at the crack of dawn to snuggle. You curl right into me, and wiggle into a comfy spot. We talk for just a minute, about yesterday or today, or whatever crosses your mind. Then we drift back to sleep until it is time to wake up.
On the rare mornings that this doesn’t happen, you are really good. You squirm for just a second, then run off to your room to play quietly until Goose wakes, when you move over visit with her. This works really well, especially for mommy and daddy. We love to snooze and listen to you both.
What happened really early this morning did not work so well. It is not that you woke up sad, even if screaming in my ear is not the best way to let me know. When you follow this with running back to your room, crying loudly, we all know that you are upset – we just don’t know why. I am glad that we finally agreed that it was best for you to get back to bed. You couldn’t settle, and tossed and turned and talked and yelled a bit. I kept trying to calm you and find out what was wrong, but you didn’t know. Finally, after many attempts to get you to just close your eyes and go back to sleep, you did. Then the alarm went off and I left you sleeping to get up. I missed out on my snuggles. That is not fair!