a big time snooze fest
this is what night time should be
though it rarely is
So last night, yet again, the wee-er one was awake and it was just before 4 am. She sat in the bed and I could see her sparkling eyes staring at me. I tried to play possum, hoping that if she saw I was sleeping she’d go back to sleep herself. No luck. I knew that in a mere two hours we’d have to be up for the day, so I was resigned to having one helluva grouchy, sleepy Friday.
But then… at about 4:20 my husband woke up. Just awake – like for real, for the rest of the day awake. He rolled over and said the most romantic words I’ve ever heard:
"I’ll take the dog out and then come back for the wee-er one."
ooh la la.
And sure enough, he did come back and he did take the wee-er one. I was able to sleep – alone – from 4:30 to 6. Then, at 6, my husband brought a sleeping wee-er one back to me and he whispered more romantic poetry:
"I’ll get the wee one ready for school. I can just drop him off on my way to work."
ooh la la!
So I quickly hopped downstairs to wish the wee one a good day at school and then back upstairs I went, cuddled with a snoozing wee-er one, and didn’t wake up until 7:30!
I know this must sound ridiculously horrible to those of you who are used to things like hours of consecutive sleep, and sleeping past 8am. But for those of us whose fragile little minds can just barely remember a time of uninterrupted, languorous sleep… well… this morning was like something from a fairy tale.
Hear this, husbands and partners of the world: do not seek pheromones or sexy underwear or boudoir photos or lavish gifts. Just give your gal a few extra hours of sleep.
She’ll be yours forever.