(Shirt: Wearing It On My Sleeves Skirt: Thrifted (used to be a dress) Shoes: Hand Me Down)
We don’t let our kids sleep with us, but our youngest has been sneaking into our bed early in the morning. Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a leech. I wouldn’t mind cuddling with him if he stayed on his own side of the bed, but insists on shoving his tiny body against me. He might as well be back in utero except that now he has the ability to kick me in the face. He has to always be touching me while he sleeps to confirm that I am still there, but the only thing he is confirming is that I won’t be going back to sleep.