Before I had Harper, I actually thought, "How on Earth will I survive if I can't sleep in on the weekends?"
I actually thought about that. It was my deepest, darkest, most seriously selfish concern!
Not: I have no idea how to calm a crying baby. Hell, I haven't held one..ever!
Not: I have no idea how to change a diaper. Eww! and barf? Omg. I'll barf!
Not: My body is going to be ripped to shreds. Will I ever be able to put it back together? (no.)
What kept me awake at night was, ironically,.. that I would miss the zzz's. I couldn't bear the thought of it.
20 months in..
Late at night, when the house has been quiet for a few hours and the toys are picked up and the peanut butter & jelly has been wiped from the walls, I can hardly bear the thought of waiting until 6 a.m. to see her, again.
I can't bear the thought of her becoming a teenager and missing her until 11 a.m. instead of just 6 or 7 a.m.
..or the thought of her growing out of fleece footed pajamas and never being able to wash and dry another set.
..or the night she decides that she's tired of reading 2,500 books with us and abandons our preciously long nightly routine forever.