"Where are your pajama pants, Lila?"
"I took them off because they fell in the sink and they got wet."
Apparently, this is the sort of thing that happens at Lila's new wake-time of 4 a.m. when she is wandering the house alone while we are upstairs trying to get in a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. This morning we were particularly comatose because both Rosalie and Violet have colds again which has left them unable to sleep for more than 45 minutes straight. Translation: we were up all night long. Rosalie has her trademark River O' Snot fully flowing which leaves me no hope of not contracting this cold, what with all the snot being smeared and sneezed on every possible thing. And Violet is needing breathing treatments every four hours again. Winter, I hate you.
All this wakeful time has left me with lots of thinking time. Sleep-deprived thinking time, which is very dangerous if you've ever been there. First, you're sort of in a constant state of desperation: desperate for any morsel of sleep, quiet or general stillness your children might throw your way. Second, you're exhausted so you tend to not think too clearly. Third, because you are desperate and exhausted, everything prior to the beginning of the sleep deprivation is glamorized in your mind. Remember how wonderful it was when I used to be able to sleep in to six a.m.?
Lately, I've been reminiscing about what life was like before kids. If I could go back to the time before we had kids and do it all over again, what would I do differently? Travel through Europe? Train for a marathon? Dine out every night of the week? See every movie ever released?
I'd sleep. All the time. Lazy late mornings with the sun pouring in. Early bedtimes under comfy quilts. Naps, maybe even multiple times a day.
So for you ladies who haven't had kids yet, it's not too late for you. Go take a nap today in my honor. Just don't tell me.