Yummy Sleep

OK so I have decided that I wasn’t born, I just arrived aged five, house trained, toilet trained, take out in public trained! My reasoning, its just after midnight and I am just off the phone to my mum who is watching my son for the night to give me and hubby a break, and yes I was in bed, sleeping, how I remember when early nights weren’t for sleeping.

Where was I, oh that’s right, phone, mother, babysitting. “He is crying” she stressed, “Um yup I can hear him”, they tend to do that, babies that is, they tend to cry. I am the youngest of three, and I am fairly sure that we must have cried at some point, from what I understand my older sister lives up to her star sign of cancer the crab, I heard stories that she cried until she was two years old, taking breaks for eating in between crying fits.

So is this the same for all grandparents? Do they just forget how to handle babies – is it a skill that you hand back when your own kids are grown up, “So what should I do?” Let me think, baby crying, food, nappy, teething or all of the above. “Have you tried feeding him?”

“Should I do that?” So I am wide awake now, my son a few short miles away falling soundly asleep after getting a nice warm bottle of milk.

Time for my love affair to resume, this is my affair with the bed! Do you know that yummy feeling, the one you get when you know you are just about to fall into a nice dream filled sleep, the kind of sleep that makes you stretch like a kitty in the morning and despite the kitchen full of dishes, the laundry basket that is making its own way to the washing machine, the husbands smelly trainers in the hall and the bathroom needing condemned, you still feel like nothing can get to you when you wake because you have had that yummy sleep. Wait what’s that noise, all noises, feelings, smells and tastes in my dreams are pre approved, but this is not right, its familiar but its not right or welcomed for that matter.

“That worked, he must have been hungry, he’s sleeping now! Goodnight”

So long yummy sleep.