I have always enjoyed sleep. For a while when my son was an infant and I hadn't figured out the whole duct tape them in their beds trick (ok, so I've never actually done that.., I have visualized it and it was satisfying), I was getting by on about 2-3 hours per night. My husband and I ceased to be a couple, we were barely room mates. It had to have gotten better, otherwise there would have been no baby #3. She has been an angel of a sleeper; but there are still nights when I don't get the sleep I need and now I can see the difference from one day to the next. Yesterday my son climbing up the outside of the deck, playing Rapunzel's prince was endearing. Today the sound of his voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard. The difference? About 3 solid hours of sleep.
I used to say "sleep is for the week" now I say "sleep is in everyone's best interest."
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