BEDTIME. Mondays are the craziest days for your Mommy. By bedtime, I feel rushed and stressed. I end up feeling like I’m going through the motions sometimes, just to get the two of you in bed on time so that I can unwind and get everything ready for the next day.
Typically, I get both of you dressed and ready for bed, you play while Rider and I go brush teeth, and then Rider gets to play in his room while I feed you and get you to bed.
No. No. That final part shouldn’t sound so simple. Let me be clear. That final part is usually coupled with your brother running back and forth between bedrooms to bring me trains. To bring you trains. To bring his blankets to your room. To retrieve his blankets from your room. To pet your head. To show me a book. To turn on the light. To turn off the light. To adjust the humidifier...over and over again.
Last night, however, Rider decided he wanted to cuddle. As I rocked us in the chair, he climbed up on the ottoman with his blankets, turned himself around to face out, nestled himself between where my legs rested, and laid back onto the nursing pillow. I sat there, feeding you, stroking Rider’s hair, listening to the trickle of the sound machine, not caring that the minutes were ticking away because THIS is what motherhood should feel like all the time.