An Oasis or Enlightenment?

8:05am I’m half afraid to write this for fear that she’ll realize she did it, but E slept 7 and a half hours last night and is currently 3 and a half hours into her next leg of sleep. Sure we rearranged the furniture in our bedroom to move in a crib for her. Sure it was her first night out of the bassinet she had been outgrowing. Sure she cried for a good 40 minutes (cumulative—we’re not that mean) between being hungry (we went out to dinner and got home 10 minutes late), tired, and just plain in a bad mood when we put her in the new bed. But this could be the beginning of something beautiful, couldn’t it? It’s 8am and I can’t believe I’m up, had some breakfast, have my contacts in, have even had the luxury of responding to a couple of emails, and now…am writing this.

Maybe babies were invented to teach middle-aged women how to finally appreciate and make better use of their time. Well, but then again I have spent more time than I’d like to admit zombied out in front of the TV when Emma’s finally fallen asleep for the night. Time I should’ve spent vacuuming or working out or responding to more emails I’m sure, but just couldn’t muster up the energy to do much else than watch That 70’s Show on our Tivo. Still, today’s a new day and I’m feeling full of energy and optimism for what life might be like today, and all that I might get done. It must be euphoria from the extra sleep.