Birthday parties do me in.
While my Sweet Man snores comfortably away and Puppy, Lamb and Piglet lie deep in dreamland, here I am gazing at my blossoming troop at 4 in the morning.
It must be the after-effects of Puppy’s birthday party this afternoon. In a few hours, she’ll officially turn half a decade.
I wish I had more sleep. Often. But tonight, I realise that these precious mothering moments won’t last forever.
Piglet’s just turned aside with a happy sigh, content after a in-the-middle-of-the-night nursing. Lamb’s climbed back into our bed again, snuggled up against me like velcro. Poor Sweet Man’s dragged himself over to Lamb’s bed in the corner, lying diagonally just to fit in.
And Puppy, well, Puppy’s steadily in her own bed against the wall. She hasn’t always been there. She was in our bed for what seemed like the longest time. Then, the moment she could roll and fall out, we moved her to a mattress on the floor. From her floor mattress she graduated to a child bed right beside ours. And then, very bravely all on her own, she said she was “big enough” to move next to the wall.
Lamb’s gone through almost all of that too. He’s since inherited her child bed and she’s sleeping in an adult single. As quickly as it’s taken her to turn five, she’ll soon be ten, with all the beginnings of adolescence. Where’s all the time gone?
I’ll be desperate for more sleep tomorrow morning. But right now, I don’t wanna miss a thing.