I just wanted to see those words – “well-rested” – in print.
Last night, Hugh went to bed without a peep; slept through the night; and then woke up and played quietly in his crib until Tasha went in to get him. I know that some moms have experienced this since 8 weeks of age (I don’t really believe those moms), but in between nursing, growing, colds, and teething, we just don’t get many full nights of rest.
Last night was an exception, and it gave me a glimpse of the future. Tasha made fruit smoothies. I took a semi-long shower. We both left for work on time. Ahhh.