Sleep Deprivation

Just when I think I can't be any more sleep deprived, my son keeps up for a longer time frame in the night, and I wake up with my hair tossled and think: NOW I know sleep deprivation! Just when I think I can't exist on any LESS sleep than I've been getting, I prove myself wrong.

It also makes me think why I ever needed sleep before I became a mom.

As soon as we wake up for the day -- or should I say --- as soon as Miles tells me it's time to wake up for the day -- I put on a big pot of coffee, and no I don't feel guilty about what my daily coffee intake is doing to me. Any mom knows that coffee is a survival mechanism and so is an occassional red velvet cupcake after lunch to keep you happy and doing just a little something for yourself.

I've learned many things about my son so far, and one of them being that just when he's ready for his morning nap, my coffee has kicked in. Sigh. So I do something for myself. I read. I write. I do cardio in my living room and just when I'v exhausted all of my energy, my son lets me sleep for 45 minutes. Just the perfect cat nap, and the next day we do it all over again.

Most of all, I've learned that motherhood is not for the weak.