For the past couple of nights, my two year old has taken a long time to fall asleep. I watch him at night as he entertains himself and he seems happy (but not sleepy)...I guess that's the reason he has slept until almost 11 a.m. for the past two mornings. I know he's okay, because it's morning now, and I'm watching him on a little monitor as he sleeps and moves about.
Yet, still, it makes me feel guilty. It takes me to thoughts of lounging on the beach with a pina colada in one hand and a paperback book in the other hand, with no commitments, no plans, no conversation. You know, just quiet time for myself.
Ah, I think I'll have another cup of coffee before he wakes up.
