It's been 14 months since we had any. Any at all it seemed like.
The nights were the worst. I really, really wanted it then. But, then again, the late afternoon is when the cravings got strong again.
We missed it. We got cranky. We really wanted more...we NEEDED more.
Then I got a taste.
And then another. And then a few more.
And now I can't stop.
I am strung out on sleep.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
I missed you, old friend. Remember back in high school, when we could hang out together until 11 or 12 on the weekends? Yeah, that was fun. And college? Wow. We'd spend A LOT of time together then...2 pm some days.
It's my new drug.
Ahh...pure, wonderful, blissful, smiling-when-I-shut-off-the-light-at-night sleep. The smile is because Alice is FINALLY sleeping through the night. And not the "5 hours at a stretch is sleeping through the night" BS that you read in the baby books, she's going from 7:15pm to sometimes (gasp!) 7:30am.
(Insert hallelujah chorus sound efx)
It appears that the tubes in the ears/weaning combination was the magic pill we searched for these past 14 months.
The sad, strange thing is that with all the extra shut eye I am getting, I covet it even more. Like, there is no way I am setting my alarm for 5am to swim tomorrow, when I really should. I will get my swim done, but not at 5 when it is easy to knock it out. I will do it at 10, when it's kind of a pain in the ass.
I can't help it.
I missed you, so, Sleep. Welcome back. Please don't leave us again.