Remember when the party didn’t start until after midnight? When you got home with just enough time to shower, take a few No Doz, chase them with a Mountain Dew (we didn’t have “Red Bull” kids), and make it to work on time?
Crap, that was a long time ago.
I love sleep. It’s like my favorite part of the day. There’s nothing better than falling asleep before 7 with the boy and not waking up until the next morning. Sometimes when I am sleeping I dream that I am on a sleep-cation.
All by myself in a giant bed with fluffy white linens and like 20 pillows.
And cashmere socks. Naturally.
But tonight, it’s 4 a.m. and I’ve been watching children’s programming on demand for the past three-ish hours.
My prince woke up with an earache, or a dream about an earache (I’m not really clear on the specifics), and we’ve found ourselves too traumatized to go back to sleep.
So instead we’re eating graham crackers and learning about the merits of turn taking a la Big Bird, Elmo and Zoe.
Is this why grown-ups drink coffee?
