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My jealousy knows no bounds!
Hang in there.
It really is wonderful, but it’s when they then bring you cups of tea in bed that you’ve really got it made.
I really feel like that may never happen.
Woo hoo! Crack the champagne. Congratulations!
aaaah that sounds like utopia!
But then one day they no longer want to pile into the big bed for chats and cuddles and a little bit of heartbreak follows. Wish I could travel back in time to visit son-as-toddler frome time to time.
Just to be able to pop back now and again for sneaky cuddles would be wonderful.
Niiiiice :3 We’re nearly there, I think, although I do think that I’ll grow to miss how readily they snuggle with us now. Especially Gemini – he’s an irrepressible cuddler, and if I let him he’ll sweat all over me trying to stay spooned up in my arms.
Still, looking forward to having my bed back full-time!!
This statement confuses me so much…will this ever happen to me? The hope of it all seriously works as a birth control when I consider a second child.
Generally the answer is yes, it just takes a bit longer. At nearly 7 and 10 they are able to get out of bed, take themselves to the toilet, turn out the lights in the hallway and turn the TV on and close the door leaving us to sleep in. They even get their own breakfast if we sleep in too late. Of course there are sometimes fights and tearful treks down the hall to our bedroom, sometimes punctuated by ‘she/he is lying’ being called from the safety of the loungeroom. That is usually a sign it is time to get up and start parenting again.
we are nearly there, fingers crossed, touch wood, thank the FSM.
I am cresting the hump! Although that sounds questionable…
Like a mirage on the horizon…