Guess who shared a bed and didn’t sleep a wink?
I spent the night feeling Caroline tossing and turning beside me like clothes in a washing machine. And when I finally began to drift off, Caroline would whisper loudly in my ear (the kind of whispering that is louder than talking): “Momma, I can’t sleep,” or “Momma, I have to go potty.” I promise she went to the bathroom a grand total of ten times.
Guess who’s sleeping by herself tonight?
And guess who’s sharing a bed?