I'm usually not one to nap during the day. Even when William was a newborn I never took that "sleep when the baby sleeps" advice. I view William's nap as a time to get stuff done around the house without any disruptions. So this morning when I had a throbbing headache it was very much out of my routine to lay down when William was about an hour into his nap.
But every mother knows that every child has a secret wire tap hidden underneath her pillow so that just as she slides her achy legs into those soft sheets and lets her head relax into the marshmallow fluff and slowly, slowly closes her eyelids, that's when she hears it. It's either the saddest cry you've ever heard in the whole world or the most wide-awake babbling of catch phrases. I got the latter.
I sighed, threw off the covers and flung each leg over the edge. At least I was being forced out of bed by a happy baby, I thought.
But every mother knows that every child has a secret wire tap hidden underneath her pillow so that just as she slides her achy legs into those soft sheets and lets her head relax into the marshmallow fluff and slowly, slowly closes her eyelids, that's when she hears it. It's either the saddest cry you've ever heard in the whole world or the most wide-awake babbling of catch phrases. I got the latter.
I sighed, threw off the covers and flung each leg over the edge. At least I was being forced out of bed by a happy baby, I thought.
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