Friday, January 8, 2010

I seemed to have misplaced something.

The soft sweet embrace of night. The warm flannel sheets freshly washed and on the bed. -40 degree wind chill outside seems but a distant memory. Freshly shaved legs slip into bed. Pull up the down comforter with the Pottery Barn duvet cover that you bought on eBay. It's winter in Minnesota. The chai tea has made you warm and tired. You look over to your sleeping husband, and resist the urge to smack him because you have don't get to sleep. Is it really his fault? One could argue yes (because again, you are sleepy).

You have twins. Lovely non sleeping, fight over the boob, roll on each other and fall off the bed, twins. They cry a lot at night. They teeth a lot at night. They have stuffy noses. They have coughs. They neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed you. Not anyone else. Just you. (and sometimes papa) Life is terrible if they can't preform acrobatics on the boob at 1am. They wake each other up. They wake you up. They get out of bed. They can't get back into bed. You end up sleeping in the crib sidecarred to your bed.

I would trade my 17 month olds for newborns any day when it comes to sleep...or the lack thereof. Remind me of this when I am 60 and have no kids at home though...because maybe it is the lack of sleep talking, but I think that I am really going to miss it when it's gone.

1 comment:

  1. I'm with you (even though I have only one toddler)!

    I think that transition of late toddlerhood is harder on these children than the transition from the womb into our world.

    I slept more when my baby girl was a newborn than I am these days!

    But, this too shall pass. (and yes, you do miss parts of it later on - trust me on this)