It's 2am and I really should have slept 3 hours ago, especially seeing how the little one is over at the parents precisely because I have an event that I need to be at early later this morning. But I couldn't resist the temptation to just lie on the couch and stone without having to put anyone to bed. To play games and surf on my phone, uninterrupted. To just be awake because I want to, and not because I have to soothe a crying babe back to sleep.
Yet, as I type out how much I'm enjoying this rare sense of ... freedom? I miss the little one so much. His gentle breaths. The way he reaches out and grabs a lock of my hair. His sweaty head.