Monkey and I have a pretty good bedtime routine going. We both get into bed, he rolls on his side, and grabs my hand to place on his side/belly. We listen to some classical kind of music that plays and then he drifts off to dreamland.
Sometimes I’m not completely sure if he’s totally asleep and since I don’t just want to lay in bed for a long time, I quietly get out of the bed and crawl on all fours. Seriously.
I get how ridiculous this sounds, but I don’t dare try to walk out while he’s still awake because he would see me leave and want me back in the bed. So I crawl really slowly until I get to the door and then I speed up and do this little jump to stand upright so that I can walk into the living room. It’s probably pretty funny to see.
And as I’m crawling out of the room, my wrists and ankles pop and I realize that I’m getting old. When in the world did that start happening?!
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