For those of you keeping track at home (and, really, where else would you be keeping track? From your iPad at Starbucks? I’m honored you’ve taken the time. On your smartphone out on your boat? Thank you. Now watch where you’re driving that thing).
Anyway, for those of you keeping track, Nate is almost three months–an age that some would associate with sleeping through the night.
Not Nate.
That’s not entirely fair. Nate sleeps from 10 PM until 5 AM occasionally. But here’s the problem: it’s not consistent enough for my internal clock.
At 9 PM, I can be COMPLETELY exhausted. Fall down, sleeping on the floor exhausted. But no matter how sleep deprived I’ve been all day, I’ll wake up by 3 AM.
And not go back to sleep.
Either I feed Nate because he’s the one who woke me up. Or I lie awake and listen for Nate to wake up. And no matter which of those I do, I’m always awake for an hour. It’s a curse. I hate to even type these words with fear it will solidify the curse. No matter what, once I look at the clock, I’m awake. Tossing and turing in bed and forfeiting my precious sleep time.
My hope is that soon Nate will start sleeping consistently through the night, which will send the message to my cursed brain that night time is for sleeping.
Which, ironically, is my very favorite hobby. There are those dieters who will tell you that “nothing tastes as good as thinness.”Since I love to eat, it is with great adoration that I’m willing to change that saying to, “nothing (not even peanut-chocolate-chunk cookie dough straight from the freezer) tastes as good as sleep.”
Ooey-gooey delicious sleep. I can’t wait.
