I had a bad nights sleep last night, I do with chemo anyway but last night my little son Harry decided to join us again. We have managed to get him out of the habit of crawling into bed with us but he seems to have slipped over the past few days. He is so long, long, long and he crunches his teeth (just like me, I trashed my lower retainers after my cancer diagnosis!).
I ended up in his bed which is not comfortable at all! First of all, I had to negotiate the ladder which digs into my old feet, then squeeze my ample bottom through the gap that leads to the bed. The bed itself was full of "stuff". By that I mean, soft blankets (he likes soft things), toys, lego!!!!!
I did not have a good night sleep!
Consequently, I am sitting here typing my blog, feeling rather worse for wear and I can't blame it on chemo!
Seriously; children grow up so quickly. Children can be a pain, its their job but they can be an incredible joy. So many parents wish their children back at school, out of the way etc but what they don't realise is that these precious gifts are ours to care for and protect while they are vulnerable but they are their own little people and have their own destiny to follow. Once they are gone, they are gone.....
So.... I may moan about the bedtime visits, they do leave me tired but I equally appreciate what I have got and soon, I may not have it any more.