At one point last night I knew it was going to be a late one without really acknowledging it.
It could have been as we drove slowly down to Toward as darkness fell and Andy stimmed excitedly. The signs were there.
It could have been when he had a feast of dried bacon and chocolate on our return. It was late for tea.
It could have been as he went excitedly between the garden and the wet room, swinging then splashing, swinging then splashing. It should have been bath time.
It could have been when he came in for cuddles as I attempted to watch tv and complete some paperwork. It should have been me time (😂).
It could have been when he ran up and down the stairs a hundred times or when he removed his wet t- shirt but nothing else, in response to my suggestion we get ready for bed. Sleep seemed so far away.
It was certainly clear when he ran out the door to find his swing in the dark.
The cold woke me up as he swung high and laughed.
He was happy at least and that was a bonus I thought as I struggled to stay awake.
He got to his bedroom – a sign at least – although after midnight.
We listened to multiple trips to the bathroom and taps going off and on as our eyes started to shut.
We grabbed a quick doze between noisy outbursts.
Just after 1 AM the gentle snores started. Bliss.
Good night precious boy X