Tired. I'm tired of sleeping in his bed. But at the same time (and more importantly), I'm usually tired enough to not really care where I sleep, so long as I get some sleep. So in the middle of the night, when he comes in our room to get me, I crawl in his bed and sleep here. Because I'm just that tired.
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10 comments:
I hear ya...looks so soft and comfortable though. I used to have sleeping bags that they could sleep on the floor by my bed, when something made them get up at night.
I love your photo, Andrea. The soft focus, the grain, the gentle light, the bright white. Why does he come for you every night?
We don't usually cave but we were so tired last night we did. Sometimes you just need some sleep.
Your photo is so beautifully soft.
PIck your battles, right? Hugs!! :)
Oh man. I love this shot. It's so simple but so warm and comfy looking. Really beautiful. These days won't last... although my 12 year old did invite me to sleep over in his camping cot last night. :P
I love it, Andrea. It's perfect.
totally love this. and i know exactly what you mean.
Super cool photo, love the lighting, bedding, everything. It's so soft and sweet.
i love this photo... and the sentiment that follows.
such a sweet piece of his childhood. sleep will come for us mommies someday...
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