Do you know what happened to me last night? Nothing. One big fat gigantic goose-egg of nuthin’.
What’s so special about that? I went to bed at nearly 11. E-l-e-v-e-n. That, my friends, is unheard of. No writing a post for me, no checking emails before bed, no posting on forums, no Facebook, no Twitter, not even watching and finishing a DVRed show!
Night time is usually when I get to make-out with my temporal lobe a little bit, and massage a post onto the screen for you all to read. Last night, however, my eyes were already getting heavy while at the computer, and before I knew it, I was dozing, head bobbling around like a dashboard toy.
Just then, the baby woke up, wanting boob. I made the happy mistake of going to sit in the living room, on my comfy spot on the couch, heating pad heated to perfection, slapped on just the right spot on my back that made me begin to doze while I nourished the baby back to sleep.
I woke myself up, shook my head a bit, and laid him back down, stood up, and grabbed a drink of water to try to awaken me. I can’t go to sleep now, it’s only 10pm! I have things to do!
My husband put on Top Chef and we began to watch. I grabbed a snack, too, to attempt to keep me awake, but as soon as I finished it, I was nodding off, again, and the next thing I knew, my hubby was waking me to go upstairs and to bed. I dazily glanced at the clock. 10:50.
I’d ask what’s up with that, but I’ll take it, no questions asked! Sleep is such a rare and precious commodity when you’re a parent, that I won’t dare question it, just embrace it, and be thankful!
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