As of today, I am giving up my dream of being allowed to sleep through the night on a regular basis. All that dream is doing is making me focus on the disappointment of hearing the tiny plodding footsteps at 2 AM always brings.
From now on, I solemnly pledge that when I hear the footsteps, I will pick up N., kiss him, put him back to sleep, and be happy to have such a wonderful boy.
Unless I can get my wonderful husband to do it for me.
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