Last night I did the hug and roll off of Taylor’s bed and then army crawled out of her room.
I so wish I was exaggerating, but she literally freaks every time I try to leave her room at night. It took some time, but I’ve finally accepted that I’ve become a rolling, crawling fool.
Hey, I do what it takes.
In order to wipe the embarrassment away, I’m going to buy some awesome linen napkins from Lavish Season. I figure I can also use them to wipe the floor as I crawl out of Taylor’s room every night.
By the way, if someone can please explain to me how to get Taylor to sleep without an awkward exit, now would be the time to tell me.
Actually, 2.5 years ago would of been a good time.