For Christmas, I got part of two of my wishes:
No one threw up on me on Christmas and the twins slept through the night.
When I say "slept through the night" what I mean is that we put them down at 11:40 pm and they didn't wake up until 6:15 am (Logan) and 7:15 am (Emma).
This would have been perfect if Eric and I had actually gone to bed at 11:40 pm, too. Instead, being addicted to the written word we stayed awake while I had a late night snack and read parts of my new book: The New Best Recipe from Cook's Illustrated and Eric read about bacon.
No, I didn't just make that up.
Everything is funnier with a decided lack of sleep.
Tonight? Tonight I'm going to sleep right after they do. I want my 6-7 hours!