Kira's magical cure

Do you know what Sophia did last night? DO YOU KNOW?

She slept.

From 10 PM to 8 AM, she slept. And slept. And flopped over on her rubbery belly and slept some more.

Good God, I love that kid.

This morning I awoke to Raphael's shiny face. When he saw I wasn't curled around a sleeping-ish baby, trying desperately to eek out a few more minutes of rest, he promptly crawled in bed next to me. And instead of growling my usual morning tune, I wrapped my arms around him and listened to him chatter and chatter and chatter his welcome to the day.

It was lovely.

The whole day was like that, suffused in a golden glow of happiness. Nothing could get me down. Max started complaining mid-day of scratchy throat, queasy tummy, and headache. OH, I thought, H1N1. Clearly. HOW NICE that we will get that over with and not have to worry about it anymore!

By late afternoon I was pretty sure he was actually suffering from the I-don't-want-to-go-to-piano-lesson-virus, and I chuckled. Oh, what a scamp! You got me! Haha! Four weeks until the recital! Silly guy!

I've decided the whole medical marijuana thing is way off base. I know how to REALLY help. What I'm going to do is set up a clinic, and I'll call it the Get a Solid Eight Hours of Sleep Clinic. And what I'll do is wake my patients up all night, every hour, hour and a half. RELENTLESSLY. And then? After a week or two? I'LL STOP. And LET THEM SLEEP.

Because MAN. There is just simply NO HIGH QUITE LIKE THAT.

Tonight Sophia was grumpy and demanding. She whined all evening, like someone had punctured an enormous balloon filled with ire and it slowly leaked all over her for about three hours straight. I'm almost sure tonight is going to be brutal, but I DON'T CARE.

Because do you know what I did last night?

I SLEPT.

And now I can handle anything.

Comments

[Wesley]

Oh, itsn't it just the best when kids do that?! Since Preston was three months old, he has slept 11 to 12 hours a night without so much as a peep. He was sick last week, so his normal sleep routine went out the window and no one slept for four days. When he finally felt better, that first nights sleep was far better than any drug, cup of coffee, new purse, great pair of shoes...well, you get the idea.