I feel like I am more than prepared to have a child. I mean, I pretty much have one already.
Elliott wakes me numerous times during the night - even though he doesn't need anything.
He wakes me up at ridiculously early times in the morning, and will not let me go back to sleep. I have to get out of bed for him to stop meowing and whining.
As soon as I go downstairs with him and park myself on the couch, hoping for a little nap, he hops up on my lap and passes out. Thus, I am awake and he is asleep.
He wants to play at the most inopportune times. When I am reading, doing homework, talking on the phone...
I can no longer shower alone. He has to be right there, sitting on the corner of the tub, peeking his head in.
This morning, Sunday, I was up at 8:00. Kinda ruins the mood of the whole day.
I have entered parenthood without even knowing it. I am anticipating that children will be slightly easier... at least they understand when you are talking to them.