A portrait of sleep in my family every week in 2018
While everyone was sick, I ended up with both girls in bed with me, while their father was hacking up a lung to the point of vomiting, in the guest room. The five year old seems to have stuck with the pattern of climbing into bed in the middle of the night. It’s probably a habit I’ll regret at some point, but right now it feels easy and comfortable so I’m not complaining. Lately I feel acutely aware of how quickly they are growing, and time is passing, and I feel the window of time when she wants more independence looming, so I’ll take all the cuddles in while I can.