Nobody Told Me

The one thing nobody told me before I had Rain was how LONG it would be before I ever had a FULL, decent night's sleep. Don't you come to me with the whole "technically a full night's sleep is five hours for a baby" because I ain't no baby!

Fair Warning: bitter mother up ahead

So, it's bedtime now. 12:50, and I'm finally going to sleep. The last time I slept from ten at night to eight in the morning was when I was in my first trimester. That, my friends, was one year and two months ago.

The worst part is, some of my most brain-requiring work happens after ten o'clock. The other night I was looking over someone's paper for critique, and I kept typing "too much" too much. The sentence I typed read something like, "Don't say this too much, because if you say it too much, it will come out too much the same way." What? The next morning after reading what I had written, I felt like putting a sign on my forehead: "Out for lunch. Will be back in one year."

Tonight, while Tim and I were working on our respective computers, the baby started crying. Tim went to check on her.

That was an hour ago. I get the feeling Tim passed by our bed and was sucked in.

Goodnight, children. Grandma Dowdel must go to sleep now. She must check on her family, but she cautions you this: cherish your sleep. One day, not many days hence, you may find yourself with a child at dawn. You will mock the days when you stayed up until three in the morning--wait for it--because you wanted to. There was actually a place you wanted to be, a book you wanted to read, or a movie you wanted to see that you willingly kept your eyes open for. Hahahaha! Be careful that today you don't use your sleep unwisely too much, else one day you'll feel too much that too much time has been wasted too much ...