I knew being a parent would be challenging and difficult at times but I didn't know how much time I'd spend being worried and scared for my son's safety.
Like when he sleeps through the night in his own bed.
I mean, what's up with that, son?
Our bed isn't good enough for you?
You didn't want to join us at 3am?
You didn't want to cuddle?
You didn't want to kick us in the face?
You didn't want to make us sleep on the edge of the bed while you got 80% of it?
Yes, I know we put you to sleep in your own bed and yes, I know that we prefer that you sleep in your own bed.
But, Jesus, I missed you and was worried about you.
Don't do that to us again.