Late-night Snuggling
So last night at 2am Eli wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to 'snuggle' with us, which sounds cute, but really is annoying when you want to get some sleep and you know that all 'snuggling' will end up being is hours of fidgeting and kicking and lost sleep for everyone, so of course we say now. Eli proceeds to throw a tantrum, which causes me to get 'tough' with him and tell him to get to his room. I of course go and spend time with him, and comfort him and give him some love before returning to bed, but it definitely brings up both guilt and sadness in me. Why shouldn't I snuggle up with my boy as much as I possibly can, while I can? I mean, the topic of Julie being 7 months pregnant and needing her sleep aside, how many nights do you have available to you to snuggle up with a cute little child? Not enough, I can tell you that.
Man, I'm so with you on this one. It strikes at a fundamental question facing us all in our lives, every day. How much do we force ourselves to "enjoy" things we really don't necessarily enjoy now, but will totally miss when gone later? I think about this one a lot, as I think about getting old, sick, etc. How can I get myself to appreciate things now that seem not very appreciable, when I know I'll miss them like hell later on? It's a toughie. I have the same experience you have with the sleep thing, playing with them at really mind-numbingly boring games, etc. It's getting better now that Ella is a little older, but watching Ava is still hard, I find myself resorting to having background TV on the History channel, which makes me a very bad parent! (Slaps wrist.) (Sighs deeply.)