Tonight is the first night I won’t be home to tuck my sweet tot into her sleepybag and give her her bedtime breastfeed. Whatever my excuse is (a social obligation I really feel I ought to attend), she won’t care. What I hope is, she won’t care too much that I’m not there. What I mean is, of course I want her to miss me, but not too much… Dad will be there, and I hope she thinks he’s good enough for bedtime snuggles.
On the upside, tonight is the first night since she was born that I’ll be out frolicking in central London after dark! That does sound fun…but all I really want to do is rush home and squeeze my daughter till she squeaks Mamama. Guess I will have to wait till I creep into her room at midnight, scoop her gently up and offer her a mid-snooze milkshake (she’s always adorable when she drinks milk in her dreams.
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