I love to snuggle. I am dreading the day when my boys turn from snuggle bunnies into get-off-me [what's an animal who likes their personal space?].
Our boys used to crawl in our bed on weekend mornings (they have since gotten a little more adventurous, and my husband and I got a little more trusting). I completely didn't mind. 30 extra minutes of sleep (ok, rest) before starting the day? Deal.
But then the little fingers started to get to me. Don't touch my face. Stop tickling my leg with your toes. Leave my hair alone. Someone's breath is touching me. You're laying on my neck.
AHH! Everyone back up!
My inner-dialogue started to sound like the backseat of the car. On a roadtrip. In a movie from the 80s.
I felt bad. But mostly I felt annoyed. And then I read this, and felt normal.
http://blogs.babble.com/babys-first-year-blog/2012/08/20/too-many-hands-on-mommy-feeling-touched-out/
Can you relate?