It's not news that when you have a small child- your internal clock will not match the rest of the world's for at least three years.
While I was pregnant I could nap for DAYS. Lee used to work from 12pm to 1am, I worked from 8-5. Not only would I nap on my lunch break, I would come home have a bowl of cereal and crash on the couch from about 7pm to whenever Lee would get home, then drag my ever growing ass upstairs and sleep soundly until the menancing buzz of the alarm clock jilted me from my prenatal coma.
The day Hailey was born I think I got 3 hours of sleep total. The first week Hailey was born I maybe got 25 hours total, nothing consecutively just quick nods here and there. It was all we could do not to buy blackout shades and shut the world out if she actually slept a long stretch through the middle of the day. Our world blurred somewhere betweenthe Today Show, Divorce Court and that informercial with Montel Williams that looks like it could be a real show.
Now that Hailey is almost 16 months, she does sleep pretty well through the night. Her bed time is anywhere from 645pm-8pm, it depends on whether she's in the mood for Jeopardy and the Wheel... R, S, T, L, N....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...... She is at the point though, where she will let me know when she's ready to unwind. It sounds like a lame sheep has wandered into our living room. Maaaaaaaaaaaa. Maaaa...MAAAAAAAAAAAAA. It's all we can do not to break out into Lady Gaga when she really gets going. But I digress...
So here we are on Friday night, and it's 8PM. This is actually "late" . The Jersey Shore kids are just waking up to start their night by this time, and at our house anything spoken above a whisper gets a shoe thrown at it. In college 2, 3 hours of sleep- AWESOME- I could totally get through final exams on that, no problem. Then in parenthood, you're grasping at the hours and praying that if you do wake up in the middle of the night you at least have 4 more hours until it's time to get up. It may make you feel like an old lady turning in to bed for the night at 930, but I'd rather feel like an old lady at 930 than a bleary eyed witch at 7AM.
