Dear Mr. Sandman,

Thanks for visiting last night.  I really did need to catch up on all that rest. 



I put Eli and Titus in pjs at 3pm.  We pick up Isaac, play out side, play inside, eat dinner.  Early bedtime at 6:30.
I rest on the couch... and fall sleep at 6:50.  I wake up at 8:30, finish up the kitchen, brush my teeth, check on the boys, and head right to bed.  Titus visits me at 4am, after taking him potty I lay him back down, and then crash in my bed once more.

The boys wake up at 7am.  I wake up at 7am.
Twelve hours of sleep was amazing, and so needed.  I feel so great right now.



Not sleeping--that's been the toughest part for me with kids!  Especially when Titus was about a year, and I realized that I hadn't slept through the night in almost 2.5 years.  I was a bit bonkers by it, too.
Matt would ask me, "So what do you want for Christmas?" or "What do you want for Mother's Day?"
My answer, always, was "Sleep.  I just want to sleep.  That's it."
It wasn't till after Eli's last surgery (August 2011) that everyone started sleeping pretty well through the night.  Wow, I started doing sooo much better!



I've always needed sleep.  In middle school/high school I'd hit a wall (every 2 to 3 months) and sleep all weekend, and just emerge for water and some cereal.  Everyone close to me knows this: my mom, my dad, my husband, and I'm pretty sure my boys are figuring it out.

It's been a little hard for Matt to grasp the concept, since he never had those big sleep crashes while growing, but he's come around.  It's part of who I am, Babe!



And I don't know how accurate this clipping is, but it makes me feel better when I demand a Sunday afternoon nap!