Last night could have been an awful night. Char has the sniffles and was grumpy and clingy at bedtime. She would not go to sleep in her crib. Richard held her until it was time for him to go to bed around 0100AM, then just decided that she should sleep with me in our bed and he would take the couch. There was no pouting, no guilt trip. Just "Here, we will all sleep better if she stays with you. Good night." He scored major points last night.
Char is a terrible bed partner--she slept horizontally across Richard's side and kicked me hard most of the night. At least I got to stay in bed all night. She actually managed to kick herself right out of the bed by 0630AM. Thank goodness Richard doesn't pick up his laundry often enough--she had a soft landing. We are not well practiced in the art of co-sleeping, I guess. She is fine today. She still has a runny nose, but she is full of energy. We actually slept in over an hour and would have slept longer except Emmett came in and woke us up. He redeemed himself by serving himself breakfast and getting some for Char too.
I did something I thought I would never do this morning. I put a book in the recycle bin. I have owned The Nanny Diaries for quite a long time. I remember it being quite funny. I wanted an easy to read book to page through this weekend so I picked it up again. Big mistake. The book is about a nanny who cares for the child of a very wealthy and messed-up family in Manhattan. The mother of the child depends on the nanny to rear her precious little boy and won't even hug him in the book. The child is a little boy who is just a bit older than Emmett. I keep forgetting that mama bears who are full of pregnancy hormones should never read books about bad mommies and the nannies who get stuck in bad situations because they worry about the welfare of the children of the bad mommies. The book made me tense and sad, and it is fiction! I needed it off my bookshelf. I need to find something more uplifting to read now. Any suggestions?