I've been wondering why I'm such a cranky mommy. I drag myself out of bed at 7:30, stumble around the room looking for my glasses so that I can make a cup of espresso before making breakfast for the kids. And, I wonder, why is waking up at 7:30 so hard? Other moms seem to do it as a matter of course. Hey, it's 7:30, let's get going. Or, they think that sleeping until 8:00 is SLEEPING IN! So, what's wrong with me?
And then, last night I had a deep revelation. I stayed up late trying to figure out why my Internet connection kept crashing. Feeling thoroughly exhausted and just a little bit discouraged, I closed up shop at around midnight and went to bed. A funny think happened...Georgie didn't wake up all night. My eyes popped open at 7:30, and, this is the weird part, I was wide awake! I pinched my arm. I didn't feel like I needed a cup of joe to keep my eyes opened. I didn't have the grab a couple of toothpicks to prop my eyes open feeling. I felt, well, kind of normal. I sat up and listened, wondering what could have woken me up. The house was silent. I got out of bed and checked on the girls who were all contentedly snoozing. Feeling a little surreal, I went to the kitchen, turned on the espresso machine out of habit and made a bottle for Georgie for when she woke up. I figured she would be ravenous.
That's when it hit me. All of my crankiness, tiredness, inability to function in the morning was due to...not sleeping. I guess waking up three times a night to nurse or, more recently, make a bottle was making me tired in the morning. Seven hours of solid sleep made me feel just great. I wonder if I should go running today?
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