January 4th, 2011
I love sleep. Dreaming is fun; laying in bed under a warm blanket is fun; waking up feeling refreshed and ready to start a new day is fun. I have never been an ‘I must get 8 hours of sleep a night or the world will explode’ kind of person (as my wife is), but I love my life when I am asleep nonetheless.
My children, on the other hand, have decided that their lives stink when Mom and Dad are asleep. Little Bear, who was sleeping well there for a while, has decided to wake up every two hours or so, making Kate come in and check on him. Miss Mouse hasn’t been much better with her decision to wake up at 6:00 on Saturday, 7:00 on Sunday, and 2:30 and 5:30 last night.
I’m not sure what has precipitated this mindset in our wee woodland creatures. Perhaps they just don’t feel safe knowing our defenses are down. I do not think it is that they want to spend more time with us. At least not in Miss Mouse’s case because I am positive she did not enjoy the 2:30 am version of Dad last night.