Do you ever struggle with the wrestle about whether sleep or child-free time is more precious? As you well know by now, I have not been getting that recommended eight hours of sleep at night, much less those valuable unbroken chunks of sleep, but when I finally get the baby down at night I often struggle with going to bed because it is so nice to some time all to myself. Marty usually needs to do office work after the kids go to bed, so he sits down to do that while I sit down to work on my blog. It's lovely.
A complementary struggle to that, is deciding whether it's a curse or a blessing that I have a husband who is most definitely NOT a night person (one I like to try to go to bed together with). Essentially I have to be prepared for him to want to go to bed by nine o'clock every night. Sometimes he even tries to finagle some 8:30 nonsense, but a girl has to have limits! So frequently, I will have juuuuust cozied into my lovely quiet time, and he'll ask me if I'm ready to go to bed. Nooo! No I want to stay up and be by myself and enjoy having nothing demanded of me! I don't want to waste this time by sleeping! There's plenty of time for sleeping later!
And then Carolyn will wake up at one in the morning and keep me up for hours, and then wake up 6 more times before the "morning", and all of the sudden I find myself feeling grateful for that pesky husband of mine who wanted to go to bed at nine o'clock the night before. Because if he hadn't, I might have decided to stay up until ten, or eleven, or twelve. And then I would be looking at a broken four hours of sleep instead of a broken six.
So I guess even better than child-free time, and sleep, and staying up late... is that pesky husband of mine.
Labels: Marriage