Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Blogging from A to Z: Zzzz

Oh, sleep.  How could I have taken you for granted for all those years?  For 26 glorious years, I went to sleep when I was tired, woke up when I was rested, and even slept until eight or nine o'clock on Sunday mornings.  But did I appreciate those precious hours?  Not nearly enough.  As Joanie Mitchell puts it, "Don't it always seem to go/that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone." Preach, sister.  Something tells me she must have had two small children.

To Isabel's credit, I will say this: she will usually go back to sleep in a matter of minutes.  Usually.  However...this is not as great as it might seem.  Sure, she doesn't conduct screaming parties from 3 to 6 am like some people used to.  No, instead she wakes up every hour, just to say "Hey", and by "Hey," I mean, "Heeeelloooo, is anyone awake out there?  Can't you hear me crying?  No, I don't actually need anything.  Just wanted to make sure I'm not all alone in this cold, cruel world.  Oh!  There you are!  Yes, I was calling you.  And now that you are up, I was thinking that I might like a snack.  Pretty please?" Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.

Of course, sometimes Iz has been known to sleep for three hours in a row.  But Elijah usually helps out in that case, waking up smack dab in the middle of those three hours to ask for a glass of water.  Or just to say hey. 

I would write more, but my last two remaining brain cells have been exhausted by the first three paragraphs.  I think I'll go take a nap now.

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