Seven hours.
Seh-vehn.
7!
You know what rhymes with Seven? Heaven.
You knew that. You also know what this is about, don't you?
In bed at 7:30, nursed at 11, crawled into bed at midnight and slept (Well, I did!) until 6 am. Eric pat-pat-patted the twins to sleep again at 2 and 3 am whilst I snoozed on, oblivious. Too deeply asleep to hear, to notice, to respond. The first time in a year. (No exaggeration. Truly. )
Seven.
Never have I loved a number more.
Happy May Day!
Where's the pause button on this thing?
6 comments:
Before I had kids I was fond of saying, 'oh, i HAVE to have at least eight hours of sleep a night or I just can't function.' famous last words.
Thank heaven for a good night's sleep!
I'm getting old and boring, because the best thing I can think of is a good night's sleep...
SC: I'm with you! Nothing feels as good as sleep! Think I'll go get me some right now!
congratulations! =)
Thanks Nina!
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