Restless nights

I’ve been tossing and turning these past 3 weeks. Last week, Mama said it’s a phase. Last night, Papa said I kicked him in the face. It was purely accidental, of course. Papa knows it. But what can I do if I haven’t found my sweet spot to sleep. You know, when once in a while you get into that perfect sleeping position, where everything feels right, from the pillow to the posture. And you just don’t even want to move a muscle. Even to turn off the lights or go to the loo. Yes, you guys know what I mean. I see the nods out there. Well, that’s why I’ve been turning the bed upside down. Maybe I overdid it when I accidentally kicked papa in the face. And his back, and his front and his …. Okay, okay I get it. I’m a tosser and a kicker. Papa wanted me to go back to the cot. Luckily, I can’t because I’m still being breastfed and mama certainly does not want to get out of bed just to feed me. So to my papa I say, “Nye, nye, nyeh, nyeh, nyeh”.