When our children were babies I used to wish that they would sleep a little longer. Then when they did
sleep half an hour longer, I would be creeping in to make sure they were still breathing!
Now, when DH sleeps until 9.30a.m. I go creeping in to make sure he
is still breathing!
How daft can you get eh?
On a much sadder note; a good friend of ours died 2 weeks ago. His wife returned from shopping and found that he had just died. As she said herself, what a wonderful way to go but what a shock for those left behind. When I went round to put a card through the letterbox I had this really strong feeling that I must be making a terrible mistake and he hadn't died at all; sdaly it was all too true.