02:06 a.m. Bedroom as usual.
I slept already for some minutes/hours before. Awakened by my son, as usual. Moved to his bed with a super sleepy body and soul, gave him milk time, tried to sleep with him but got interrupted here and there by his “act”, until the sleepy feeling is gone. Yes, so here I am now, writing it, as usual. As usual. As usual. As usual.
The art of motherhood, right? :)
I already back in my bed. Try to find a way to sleep again. Not only because I want it, but because I need it more than I want it right now.
I am a mother now. I need to sleep, so I can be a mother again tomorrow. Not just a mother, but a good mother. Hopefully.
I am a mother, so I think I already brave enough, right?
I love my son more than myself, so I hope I am special enough for him.
And, I really need to sleep now. Because I have to be strong to raise my son. No, I’m joking. Not funny, huh? So, that’s why I need to sleep now, I’m sure.
I am tired. But I don’t want to be a tired mama when my son is awake.
I will sleep. And I will wake up happy, healthy and strong this morning when you wake up, son. See you this morning, love.