There’s nothing like your little ones jumping into bed with you in the morning. At my house, every morning starts with my adorable children running into my room and climbing under the covers. We cuddle up, their hot little bodies pressed against mine. There’s tickling and shrieks of laughter, but best of all, they have no idea I have killer morning breath. Like, seriously rank.
They are at the perfect age where they are completely unaware of anything that is not front and centre of their minds. They’re not impacted by my decision last night to consume a garlic bread and a bottle of shiraz. Nor are they aware that I just slept eight unrestful hours with my mouth open. They don’t realise that I haven’t flossed in a week and may have some mild gum disease.
I know it can’t last forever, which is why I am making the most of it. I get right up in their faces; kissing them, smelling their hair, rubbing my cheek on theirs. They do it right back. Even to my husband, and he smells worse than me!
Once, the stench from our bed was so pungent I asked my husband to check if a possum had died in the wall cavity – it hadn’t – and my daughter still insisted on giving me an on-the-lips kiss.
It truly is such a precious time.
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