Today, I learned that sleep is bloody essential. I used to joke when I was a younger lass (some might say party girl), that I'd sleep when I was dead. Now, I realize that when I don't get my sleep, I feel dead! Jack and I managed to get a good afternoon nap in today. With only 1 appointment in the morning, we came home, fed and went up to the 3rd floor sleep nest. It was utterly delightful and I awoke feeling like a brand new person. So, one resolution is to fit in an afternoon nap when possible. And I'm not allowed to feel guilty for it. No matter how many dishes are piled up. No matter that supper has not been started or even planned.Jack is normally a very good sleeper and he still is by regular baby standards. But I've actually been waking the wee one up because me boobs are dying to feed something. I figure it's better him than Cal or the dog! :)
Speaking of sleep, Sir Jack has just drifted off to never never land and I'd like to follow him. Perhaps we'll run into Peter.
Signed,
sleeping beauty or beast depending on whether i fit in a shower or not