In grad school, I usually slept from 3am until about 11, then got up and got ready for my first class, which started at 3. I went to the gym at 10 or 11 at night. And this totally worked for me. And even after I joined the real world and had to be at work 8ish, I always stayed up too late with a book I couldn't put down and then slept until noon on Saturdays.
And then I had kids.
It really wasn't that bad when they were babies. Both of mine went back to sleep pretty much immediately when presented with a warm body to sleep on, like so.
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| Phoebe at about 6 weeks old |
But eventually they stopped sleeping 14 hours a day, and instead of snoozing cozily would start pulling my hair. And then investigating the bedside table. And then drawing on the wall. (Growing up is so wonderful.) So, I've had to drag myself out of bed.
Still, I'm not as energetic as a bored toddler or a hungry baby in the mornings, so often everyone will still end up in my bed in the morning as I doze through a bottle or a little bit of iPhone time. And sometime everyone will drift off, and it's lovely and cozy. If nothing else, it's a close, intimate time with my kids, that I know will change when they become teenagers and they themselves can sleep until noon. But until then, I have this:
