Last Friday night, hubster said he was going to have a sleepover with the boys. It was held downstairs. Our bedrooms are upstairs. In my mind, I’m dancing and throwing my arms up in the air like I just don’t care. But calmly I say to hubster “oh okay, only if you really want to”.
One thing you should know, we co-sleep with our 2 year old (boy3). We have co-slept with all of our kids. Some people hate it, some people love it. I happen to love it. Husbter doesn’t mind it either. And I’m not looking for a debate… so let’s not go there… mmm-k?
Back to the party in my head, I already had my body mapped out on the bed. I was going to stay up late and do whatever the heck I wanted. Most importantly, I was going to sleep in.
Let's see how it went:
Body mapped out perfectly… check.
Stayed up late doing whatever the heck I wanted… check.
Sleeping in……..whoa, whoa… big uncheck!
At 7:15 I had the beautiful face of boy3 staring at me. What the….. that was definitely not part of the plan.