Sleeping...

I've somehow gotten worse at it. I remember, though it's rather hazy, the completely sleep deprived days of the the girls' newborn days/nights. I remember thinking 3 hours in a row was a marvelous achievement and how Randy and I used to switch over every 3 nights for bottle duty once they starting mostly sleeping through the night. But, over the past two months I've forgotten what it feels like to feel rested again.

I think it's mostly because I'm not in my own bed. My in-laws are amazing people, who have opened their home to us, but apparently I was much more tied to my own bed than I realized, becuase this one just doesn't cut it. And the couch isn't wide enough, so I don't sleep as well.

Ah well. It's a minor sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. And I am able to take naps most every day, which is great. So, maybe I need to think this whole bedtime thing and go to bed earlier. We'll see.

I haven't upheld the writing every day things, so I'm starting with writing about the mundane in the hopes that it will lead to bigger and better things. :)