Wednesday, February 24, 2010
In my migraine haze, I managed to cook up a nice dinner (chicken marsala). While sitting at the dinner table, I said to D, "I am passing the bedtime torch to you. I am going to bed, and you and Diva are on your own." I proceeded to retreat to my dark bedroom with a huge glass of water and an icepack. I woke up this morning, and wondered why Diva didn't come in for bedtime kisses. I asked her about it, and she said, "I did, Mommy. You were sleeping, so I kissed your forehead and Daddy tucked me in." I'm sure it's true, my migraines certainly can knock me out, but I hate that I missed out on those bedtime hugs and kisses. It turns out that I need that tucking in time with Diva as much (or more) than she does.