I slept all night long last night. From 10 until 7am.
Wait.
Let me write that again, just to enjoy it twice.
I don't think I've slept a full night since the first trimester of the Teddy-Pregnancy, when I started the twice -nightly toilet tango.
All night!
But wait - there's more.
They are both asleep right now! At lunchtime! They haven't slept in the day together since, I don't know, my last leg wax. Um, ages.
I feel like a new woman. But where am I going to get one at this time of day? See, I've even got my sense if humour back! Right, Keith? Right?
Ivy, Ted and I are getting in the wedding spirit. Time to get a-planning.
Fun, fun, fun.
7.30 update
OK, now things are getting wierd. They are both asleep again, leaving me free to watch Will Ferrell wear tight comedy shorts in a desperately forgettable/deeply enjoyable film. And eat Violet Crumbles. I'm beside myself.
I used to enjoy sleep. Now, after my hour of trying to not fall asleep on the couch, I dread going to bed as I know the small people in my life will wake with requests for bottles or boobs or cuddles or a version or combination of the above.
ReplyDeleteGod forbid the larger of the three asks for S.E.X.