SLEEP.
Seriously.
Recently, Charles and I were reminiscing about the "good old days" when we could stay up till 3 AM drinking wine and watching LOST or Beavis & Butthead and then sleep in until noon the next day. We'd roll out of bed when we felt like it and go get some brunch somewhere. If we had to work, we'd just go to sleep earlier and then whine and moan about how hard it was to get out of bed and how *TIRED* we were the next day.
HA!
Hahahahahahahahahahahah!!!
Oh, how I wish pre-kids Me could see post-kids Me.
Times have changed. There is no more late-night wine drinking. Period. And if there was, I would regret it the minute I got into bed because you know what happens the second I actually feel my eyes start to close and sleep start to overtake me?
The baby wakes up. Like clockwork. So, I don't drink wine late at night because I know I'm going to be up soon anyway, and why make it harder on myself than it needs to be. Right?
There is no more sleeping in. Well, there *kind of* is sleeping in...Charles will take the baby in the mornings (since I am up with her at night) and let me sleep until he has to work in the morning. On weekends, he lets me sleep until she needs to eat. So now, sleeping in equates to an extra thirty minutes to an hour and a half of sleep all by myself. There are no words to explain how amazing that feels...all stretched out in bed in whatever position I so desire with a pillow over my head to drain out any unhappy kid noises coming from the living room...so I won't even try. But there's no lounging in bed until noon anymore (there's no relaxing brunch anymore, either...it's WORK taking two kids out to eat).
These days, I am so grateful for sleep, it's ridiculous. Not just my sleep. I am grateful when Charles gets to sleep. I am grateful when Jack sleeps. I am grateful when Claire sleeps. I am even grateful when the dog sleeps, because it means she's not running around making noise and waking the kids up.
I am grateful for sleep.
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