For the record: It was 4 a.m. today.
And then coughing, sniffing, kicking, pulling and general restlessness until 5:30 a.m.
I’m telling you, icebox or no, next time Monkey climbs into bed with us, I’m going into her room.
I honestly don’t think I have gotten a complete, full night’s rest since I conceived Gabriel in October of 2002. Not even on “vacation”. I know I have plenty of company.
And a study like this comes out. Makes you want to go on a rampage.
I’m going to try to lay down. Sleep may be too much to hope for, as I will be in the same room as Monkey (on her couch); she is still coughing. I am hoping that she will feel that 4 a.m. wake up, too, and just pass out eventually. If everything is quiet enough.