Those eyes! That hair!
My heart beats a little faster when I think about him.
Should I give into my temptation and just do it?
It’s sooooooo tempting.
No one has to know.
Maybe just once?
I could cuddle him so hard!
NO! NO! NO!!
What am I thinking?
It could ruin your marriage.
Banish the thought!
DO NOT LET THE TODDLER GET IN BED WITH YOU!!!!
It’s so very tempting!
He’s adorable and snuggly. He nestles himself into my arm and presses his chubby face into my shoulder and says “I love you” and then lifts his (momentarily) angelic face and puckers his lips anticipating a sweet little kiss.
For the past two nights, when I’ve put him in his crib he begins wailing, desperately clinging to me between the crib rails. “No, no, no,” he protests mournfully.
My heart breaks and I wonder if perhaps he couldn’t just climb in bed with us for the night? It would stop this terrible mommy guilt I’m feeling. It would also allow me to get in bed (already!)
But I can’t. I just cannot give in.
He’s not going to sleep when he gets in the bed. He’s going to demand to see the blinking baby monitor, the phone, the TV ‘mote. He’s going to bounce around and laugh and play and yank on the huge framed art hung above the bed.
When he does finally pass out from exhaustion, he’s going to squirm, and shift, and wiggle, wedging his little monkey toes under my ribs. . .Poke. Poke. Poke. I’ll awake with a disgusting drool-covered Wubby over my eyes, head pounding, feeling nothing but regret for my poor decision.
Worst of all? He’s going to expect it. He’s going to want to sleep with us EVERY. NIGHT. That prospect doesn’t bode well for my marriage. I’ve noticed my Husband doesn’t function well when sleep (or sex) deprived.
I try explaining this to Mac as I pace with him in his Sleepy Wrap. . .and just before he drifts off to sleep, I hear him say in his sweet, sleepy little voice “Okay.”
And then I really want to cuddle him SO HARD!