Ok, so we all know that Sleeping Beauty wakes up, Cinderella gets her shoe back, and Snow White remains the fairest in all the land. We're told this happens because once upon a time, Prince Charming held their very destinies in the palm of his hand. In meeting him, wonderful, magical things would happen to the princesses and they both would live happily ever after. Now, I'm not claiming to be a princess, and my husband has yet to be mistaken for Prince Charming, but here we are supposedly living the fairytale ending, to find out that our story has really only just begun. And it seems that instead of those bedtime fantasies written so long ago, our day to day reality more often than not resembles the sitcom, 'Everybody Loves Raymond.' Of course, their cleverly scripted episodes last 30 minutes and air promptly at 7pm; while our dysfunction seems to never end and strikes at anytime.
There's nothing quite like getting up in the middle of the night to the distinct, acrid stench of dog poop; unless of course, your husband discovered it first, turned on every light he could find, and was yelling profanities as if they were capable of doing something other than waking the baby. Now, as I am nursing, these moonlit hours are no stranger to me; however, since Brian's sleep hasn't suffered the same adjustments, being up at this ungodly time was not taken to kindly. But he dutifully rose to the occasion, and went about cleaning up the offending mess. After I had taken Tyson out to finish any remaining business, I came back upstairs to be greeted by Liam's hungry cry. A bit begrudgingly, I detoured to the nursery to feed the little guy. As always, the instant I peek into the crib and see his cherubic face anxiously awaiting me, I forget how tired I am. Sitting in the rocker with his body snuggly nestled in my arms, I can't help but catch my breath at the sheer beauty of him, this precious child of mine. I close my eyes and drink in every ounce of this moment, savoring every minute of it. As I was laying Liam back in the crib, it occurred to me that with Brian the most wonderful, magical thing did happen.
Crawling back into bed and tucking in close beside my husband, I found myself musing that maybe my life is more like a fairytale than I originally thought - sleepless nights, poop stains, and all. Here's to hoping you discover the happily ever after in your life <3
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