Don’t get any ideas
I’m dragging ass today. Last night we had a big storm and lost power. Since I have everyone in the house hooked on sleeping with white noise, Iz woke and wanted me and only me. This was just as I was getting back into bed after calling the municipal service to report the outage. I went in her room and because I was tired I offered to let her sleep in our bed until the electricity came back on.
I must have had a lot of apneas last night because otherwise we slept okay. She was snuggled between the two of us and I don’t recall any cover-hogging or being shoved off the bed. This is good, right? Well, yeah, sort of. I don’t want her getting any ideas. I have a feeling that because it went so well last night that she’ll want to start sleeping with me every night.
No way.
I must admit I kind of liked it but this wouldn’t work with us on a nightly basis. She needs her own space and so do we. I’d be concerned about waking her if I moved too much or when the alarm went off so I’d never get any quality sleep and we all know what little of that I get in the first place. I like space and I’m comfortable enough to shove Jeff out of the way to get it.
Today I’m really doing bad. I fell asleep sitting up in the Big Chair and could again if I wasn’t forcing myself to stay awake. How lovely it would be if my mom could still watch her a couple of times a week for an entire day because my ass would be in bed until the bitter end before picking the kids up from school. When she starts preschool it will be divine. Who are we kidding? I’ll be using that time to get some sleep. Although, if I ever get the nighttime torture apparatus, I might not need it.
