There was a short, short time that our little family was on the same page with this whole sleeping thing. Sydney was happy to saw logs at the foot of our bed, Maggie dozed consistently from ten to four, and Barry and I happily accepted that.
We should have thrown a huge slumber party and thanked our lucky stars because all that has flown out the window. Our sweet little 6 month old and the Tubby Torpedo have banded together to ensure Barry and I don’t get a full night’s sleep, I just know it.
On one hand, I appreciate the stillness that the night offers, but on the other hand I LOVE how I feel waking up after a somewhat restful night of sleep. I keep telling myself that this is just a phase and there will be a time when I’ll look back and laugh.
It is hard to be grumpy in the morning when this is what we wake up to:
