I went to bed at 8pm last night. That's right. 8pm. Lights out.
Here's why: when you are a Mama (or a Dada) you are at the beck and call of your child or children (and bless all of you with more than one)
So here's how my Saturday night went:
Hung out with best friend, f-ed off Jenny Craig, cut hand (see prior posts) drank too much champagne and stayed up until midnight.
Tallulah (3 year old daughter) has been sleeping in her own bed!! for 4 nights in a row, but she does wake up in the night looking for Mama and when Mama isn't there she is wanted. Needed. Desperately.
So Saturday night I went to bed late and was up 3 times throughout the night by the desperate pleas of daughter. Then at 6am, she was awake and wanted to party.
Sunday morning, best friend and I lug and drag a 200-300 pound rug into my house and move furniture to arrange (see prior post)
So Sunday evening I was toast. And I went to bed at 8. So excited.
THEN
Phone rings around 9pm and wakes me up (thanks)
Husband comes home unexpectedly around 1am (thanks again)
Daughter hears father and calls out MAMA! she has 180'ed in her bed and is without covers - Mama deals
around 5 am daughter calls out again MAMA! MAMA! Mama brings pillow and gets in bed with child. 6am child has bad dream and is crying.
7am we are up to start the day
And somehow, I feel rested....
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