Parenting. It’s just like a wild roller coaster ride: You go up. You go down. And sometimes there’s puke at the end.
How I feel when I wake up at 6am to discover that the toddler has slept all through the night in his own bed:
How I feel when I realise that he’s probably won’t do it again for another six months:
Ok, so there was no puke this time. But, you know, it happens sometimes. Just like in theme park rides.
The Feathered Rose 