I wasn't sleeping well.
I tossed and turned and groaned and checked the clock 42 times. I couldn't find a good 'cold spot' and the duvet felt too heavy. I was miserable.
Finally, somewhere after 2:30 a.m. I drifted off to sleep. Ahhh, sweet sleep. I love you sleep.
And then, somewhere before the four o'clock hour, BAM, I was awake.
Mommmmmeeeeee, Poo. Mommy, poo!
Mama? Mama? The zoo? Zoo, mama?
Pool, Mommeeee? Go pool?
Light ON! Mama, light ON!
Mooommmmmeeee, UP. UP Mommmmeeee.
And yes, now I was awake after my 75ish minutes of sleep. I trudged down the hallway, I picked up my noisemaker, I stumbled back to my room. She nuzzled me and snuggled the pillows and giraffe and drifted off to sleep.
When she was an infant this was on of the things I loved best. I loved snatching her out out of the crib and tucking her in our big bed between us. I loved how she would snuggle close and mumur in her sleep. I loved how she would drift off quiety and happily, practically with a smile dancing on her little lips. I loved those night and mornings when the three of us were snuggled in bed.
I had a fleeting, futile thought of those days this morning. I thought, maybe she'll just snuggle and sleep. Thinking this, I fought to fall back into the magic world of dreams that I enjoyed for a few moments.
Finally, after about ten minutes - sleep - ahhh, sweet sleep.
And then, BAM, I was awake.
Sleeping, not peacefully, next to me was a pinwheel. A cyclone of feet and arms and legs and elbows. A boa constrictor that sucked up every imaginable inch of bed space around me. I was relegated to less than 14 inches of the bed. I was kicked repeatedly in the face, the ribs, the hip. I was elbowed and pushed. This was my sleep. This was my time to rejuvenate. Ahhhh.
So am I a tiny bit cranky this morning?
You probably would be too, if you found a tiny foot with chipped purple nail polish smashed against your cheek when you woke up. You probably would be too, if you realized your mini-me had all the pillows and most of the bed. You probably would be too, if when your mini-me tapped you on the forehead to say good morning you saw her diaper leak pee all over your sheets.
Coffee? COFFFEEE? Where is the coffee?