Why am I up at 4:18am? Part of me keeps wondering this, dreading the point in the day where I run smack into my exhaustion. But mostly I'm so thankful for this time. I was awoken at 1:30 this morning by a sweet little 2 1/2 year-old voice, "Mommy, can I sleep with you?" Thinking it must be at least 5:30am, I told him "yes" as long as he went potty first (I learned this the hard way when I was peed on last week). After taking him to the bathroom, then slipping into his bed with him for awhile, I returned to my own bed, only to stare at the ceiling. Tossing. Turning. "Okay, I'll pray", I thought to myself. After 45 minutes, when even prayer didn't put me to sleep (and it's usually a sure-fire solution), I finally flipped on the light to read. Husband rolled over and mumbled something, saying he didn't mind the light. So, I proceeded to finish my (very good) book.
One half-hour after turning the light back off. "Shoot! I'm still awake, might as well make the most of this!" So I'm up for the day now, and other than feeling a bit punchy, I'm happy to be up. I've got my cup of tea here, I've had a bowl of Grape-Nuts, and I'm enjoying some "serenity now", as Jerry Seinfeld says. When I'm pulled out of bed like this in the middle of the night, which happens more often than I'd like, I find myself thankful for the extra hours, the quiet and the time to meditate. I'm sure I'll sleep well tonight!
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You want to know my solution for nights like that? I pretend I don't hear them, and then Thomas deals with them. Isn't that horrible?! I am not only a terrible mother, but also a terrible spouse. You are much nicer.
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