I could tell you about how I *almost* made a friend during my tennis lesson today or about how my new therapist wants me to try exposure therapy to cure me of my vomit phobia (can you even imagine??)or how I can hear my Minnesota accent slowly gaining power, but I'll cut the blah and get right to the babycakes.
Every couple of months Henry goes through a phase where he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to sleep with me. Last occurrence was fine, because we were staying in my mom's freezing cold basement and I needed his body heat, but this time navigating the spiral staircase at 3am with a 26 lb kid is a major hazard. I hear the cries, then I hold my breath and try to pacify him with sheer mind force.
Please don't cry darling. Please please pleeeaaasse.
Go back to sleep. Shhh, mommy loves you.
Okay don't breathe, don't breath, do. not. breathe. and he'll go back to sleep.
This week, no such luck. Nick moves in this weekend. I wonder how many times I can say "it's your turn"?
Henry at School
