The Christmas season has been great but busy. I’m craving order and a restored rhthym to our days. And more hours spent in REM would be nice, too, because I’m feeling a lot like this right about now (not like the blurry-in-motion toddler but like the passed out babe):
I had to chuckle when I read this post on co-sleeping. Just because you embrace what’s known as a family bed doesn’t mean you’re all dreamy and cozy. Sometimes I find a pinkie toe precariously close to snaking its way up my nose. Or I hear the gnashing of teeth (anyone else have a teeth grinder out there?).
Just recently, my toddler has been waking up in the middle of the night, crying because she can’t find her elephant lovey in the sea of covers on our bed.
“Mommy’s right here,” I remind her.
“I want elephant,” she sobs.
It’s nice to feel so needed, especially when the clock says it’s 2 a.m.
Maybe I should have considered asking for a sound-proof mom cave to crawl into when the bed gets really crowded and noisy. Forget the MacBook Air, Honey. Just give me a silent night.
Due to my pathetically low energy levels and caring for a congested, sniffling baby and an elephant-seeking toddler all nightlong, I’m going to focus on catching up on sleep this week in lieu of writing pensive posts about making resolutions and/or reflecting on lessons learned in 2009. Besides there is plenty of really good stuff out there from other folks whose brains amount to more than gray sludge.
To name a few standout New Year-ish posts: