Sleep

Let me tell you how much sleep I got last night.

I am drunk with it. I am groggy and stiff and mussed and out of sorts because I slept from 11 to 5:30 with no interruptions. And then I slept some more from 5:45 to 7:30.

If I didn't feel so weird I'd be giddy. And then there is the explanation of why I got so much sleep.

Because Caleb didn't. Harlow had a really weird day yesterday, the kind we always chalk up to teething. Her naps were practically non-exist and she refused most solids and was generally just kind of cranky. After she went down at her usual 8, she woke up at 10 PM, tired and hungry, so I fed her and she went back down. Or so I thought. She talked to herself.

For the next 3 hours.

We listened to her chat until 11:00 when I thought she had fallen asleep. So I did the same. Turns out she was just getting started.

I don't know what was so important that needed hashing out until almost 1 AM, but Caleb hung out with her in the guest bed where he was punched, kicked and gabbed to death until the wee hours. This morning he's surprisingly chipper. I'm deeply grateful.

And Harlow? She's still asleep.