Sunday, March 14, 2010

An Eight-Hour Eternity

Hold the freakin' presses.

My baby girls just slept for eight — COUNT 'EM...EIGHT — hours. We could drive to Dallas in that amount of time. Or ride a bike to Missouri. Or take a plane to Ireland.

Do you know what a person can do with that kind of time? Sleep. That's what I did. I technically got about seven hours of sleep, but who's counting!?

A few weeks ago we were waking every three hours, then we started sleeping four-hour chunks at night and then a couple of weeks ago, they stretched it to about five and a half hours during the middle of the night.

But eight hours?? Eight hours. I can't begin to tell you what it's like to sleep for such a continuous amount of time. I feel like I could climb Mt. Everest. Or swim the English Channel. Or make it through the day without needing a nap, which is just as remarkable.

To all of those who I told to bite me the other day, I'm sorry. I was just a little cranky. Ya know, with all the bottle making, baby feeding, bottle washing, bottle making, baby feeding, get the idea. That kind of repetition would leave even the nicest person a little on edge.

So, I take it back. Well, at least until tomorrow when they decide 3 a.m. is the perfect time to wake up and eat.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I'm so excited about your sleeping progress but please don't go climb Mt Everest! I just read Into Thin Air this weekend about the Everest disaster in '96 and so I won't let you go. That's all.