According to our pediatrician, it’s time to let the little one “cry it out” when she wakes in the middle of the night.  Though I’m not looking forward to what he says could be a few rough nights, I am looking forward to sleeping through the night myself.

The only thing I will miss, however, is the random conversations I have with myself in those wee hours of the morning.  In my mind, I have some great discussions, monologues, and ponderings.  I don’t know if it is because of the lack of distractions (the house is completely quiet, the lights are off), or because I’m somewhat delusional if I wake up in the middle of a dream, but my mind seems very sharp while I’m trying to rock the little girly to sleep.

I think about the next day, about what kind of job I’ll have when I return to the workforce, ways to incorporate more exercise in my day followed closely by the notion of making cookies with my son.  I get random songs in my head… a lot of them sadly are theme songs from kids’ shows (Fireman Sam anyone?).  I sometimes say prayers of thankfulness because as I hold this sweet girl in my arms, I know how quickly she’ll outgrow my lap. (Note: the previous statement probably has a lot to do with why I have allowed her to wake me up this long). 

So to all of you night-owls, I say Good Night.  Here’s to a couple of rough nights followed by some restful, dream-filled, uninterrupted nights of sleep.  Peace to you.

*To all of you Yaz fans out there, hope this brings good memories.