Day 99: Day 20: 13 more to go

Sleep is like a long lost best friend.
I know I will see it again someday, but I really really miss it. I remember how great it was. I remember how much I loved it. And I would give anything to spend just one night with it, just one night of restful bliss. Alas...

Both my children have colds. These nights I move from my bed to hers...my bed full of sprawled out baby, me curled up in my sliver, trying not to wake him causing him to search me out after realizing that my boob is not in his mouth. That sounds weird, but it's true. Her bed when she wakes from one of her many bad dreams, about black cats, or wasps stinging, or, like last night, that she simply didn't want to be alone. I find comfort in knowing that these sleep patterns will not last forever, that these days are fleeting and one day, one day, they will be grown out of this and we'll be on to the next thing, that includes me having my nights to myself.

Nights to myself. Ha! Like a day at the spa...or gardening. A whole day spent gardening, in the sun, in my bikini. Mmmm, like a cold beer on the deck with my friends.

And child #2 wakes. The day continues.

We proceed with groceries, haircut, bills, mail, cleaning, and wiping snotty noses.

Snapped back to reality.