It is 2:43 AM right now and I am up, feeding the baby. I understand that I don't think the most rational thoughts at 2:43 AM but at this moment, I am having a hard time believing that my child will ever sleep 12 hours in a row. Ever.
I realize that 12 hours in a row is an unrealistic expectation right now, but, a girl can dream.
Yes, right now I am fairly convinced that she will be a senior in highschool, crying in her room at 2:00am for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
And it feels as though I may never again get a full nights sleep. For I will always be the snack fetcher. In whatever age-appropriate snack form that may be. Mollie may be calling me from college one day asking for a beer and pop tarts at 2:00 AM.
I really don't recall what it feels like to get a full nights sleep. But I imagine it feels nice.
Oh, sleep. How I miss thee.