12:06 am WHAT UP?
I get my best ideas at night. And then in the morning when I try and drag myself out of bed because the children want food or they want to not be wallowing in their own feces or whatever, I hate myself for staying up so late. It's a vicious cycle I tell you. Pretty soon you'll be telling me that one day I'll have to wake up even earlier to get the aforementioned children off to school or to football practice or band camp (we embrace all forms of nerd in this house), and I will hate you for speaking such hateful words. They can get themselves there or not go at all. 6 year olds can legally hitch for rides, right?
I am not good at early rising. It is my truth.
My mother will testify to this fact, as will everyone who has ever had the luxury of interacting with me at 7 am. Having kids has been sort of a rude baptism into reality since newborns and babies don't exactly care what my sleeping preferences are. Turns out, I'm not so good at the newborn stage, really I'm terrible at it. Sleep deprivation and I are mortal enemies. Sometimes it seems like Fatty is still getting the hang of a regular sleep pattern, though most nights he does okay. He may be nigh unto 11 months old in the next week or two and yet I often find myself fighting off feelings of resentment when he wakes up before 8 am, which is always. If the Nub wakes up early I've found I can squeeze another 30 min to an hour of quiet if I turn on Curious George or Tom and Jerry and placate him with a bowl of dry cereal and a sippy of apple juice. When that's over he wanders in and orders "MOM GET UP" while unceremoniously throwing a cold glass of water in my face. I'm kidding, mostly.
Of all the things we mothers sacrifice for our children, sleep might just be the one I value most; all of the blood and jeans that button comfortably are in there somewhere too lest you think I'm not keeping track, because I am.
Tell me friends, because I am genuinely curious, how many hours of sleep do you get a night and how is that working out for you? Are you a nighttime genius like myself? Or do your pride yourself in the glory of the rising sun?
Do you want to see a picture of my fat baby's kneecap? OKAY! Now that he can pull up on furniture and crawl and stuff, those fat days may be numbered. Let's all appreciate it while we can.