Here's what happened: On Friday, Dan's parents picked up the boys. Dan went to Chicago, which is the only bad part of this story.
I was alone in my house for the first time in a million years. I went to bed at 10, after watching a stupid romantic comedy. I was all alone in my house.
At 5:45am on Saturday, my eyes popped open and I leaped out of bed to go for a run. I felt terrific and unstoppable. Later, after an important political official listened to my opinions on education for a couple of hours, I drove up to the cabin to see the kids and Dan's parents.
That night at the cabin, Mac slept in the room with his grandparents. I slept pretty much through the night. Again. For the second night in a row. My eyes popped open at 6, and I felt terrific and unstoppable. I read in bed until the others awoke.
This was pretty much the best weekend of my entire life.
3 comments:
I love this post. You are so honest. And I also love the desperation in your tweets. Wow. I really admire you Kathleen.
I would have another baby in a heartbeat - if it wasn't for the having to get up in the night. I could easily handle another 2 year old (that slept well). We took care of a fifth child for the weekend (a 7 year old girl) - I slept wonderfully but obviously didn't stop all day.
I love my sleep, I so understand ... except for the part about not having kids in the house.
omg-- how come you forgot to tell me about this???
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