Write about something that is: raw.
Max was asleep by 7:30 last night with no trouble whatsoever. He woke up in his 'little bed' (I brought up his mattress for him to sleep on in Kat's parents room) around 2 in the morning, saying he was cold. Kat's parents asked if he wanted to come into their bed and he did. He was asleep again shortly after that. He woke up this morning, chatting away like he always does with us.
Awesome. Couldn't have asked for better.
I asked him this morning, on the way to daycare, if he'd had so much fun that he wants to do it again some time. He said yeah... when do I get to do it again?
I said we'd have to find a time that works for Grandma and Papa too. He seemed good with that.
At home I had the best sleep I've had in a long time. It was weird not having him around but also nice knowing that he wasn't far away. I'm ready for him to do it again too.
Skin scrubbed raw
By this bone-dry winter;
Every pore feels
Like it's got a splinter.
Hands so parched,
My fingers are cracking;
No creams can
Provide what I'm lacking.
Only one cure
Exists for this cold pain,
So I'll just wait
For spring's return again.