I didn’t run yesterday. I wanted to, needed to. Have brand new shoes and everything. But instead, I left my office at 3:30. A student had come in, complaining about her teaching assignment, and my inability to form coherent sentences indicated that I was crashing hard. The night before, Dakota went to bed at 9 but woke at 12:30, 1:30, 3:30 and 5:30., apparently starving. Normally, she wakes between 3 and 4 sometime. I managed to keep the sleepiness at bay: travel mug of Green Mountain Sumatran Reserve then a grande vanilla latte from the library Starbucks after my class at 10. The air was particularly brisk and the walk from Williams to Bellamy woke me up, cleared my nose. Mid-day brought spring assignments and then, mid-afternoon, I was DONE.
I went home and ran a hot bath, made some hot Lemon Lift tea, and laid back to finish Drawn Together by one of my all-time favorite romance authors, Lauren Dane. The rest of my crew got home around 5 and we did homework and choose your own adventure dinnertime: pb&j for Isaac, grilled cheese and tomato soup for my other two guys. Once everyone had been fed, I managed to make myself a grilled cheese with one slice of colby jack, some horseradish cheddar, and a couple slices of bacon. Magical. But that was about the time Dakota started to crash too. She sometimes cries like mad when she’s really tired so between 7:30 and 8, she was nearly inconsolable. But then she fell asleep in my arms around 8. And Ash made a comment that if she fell asleep on him, he would be asleep soon after. And what do you know: I was. I slept there with her, all bundled on the couch, until 9. It was magical sleep, wonderfully peaceful sleep. I liken it to that Friends episode where Joey and Ross nap together and it was the best nap of all time.
Before getting her in bed around 9:30, I washed bottles and did a load of baby clothes. Around 10, Ash and I climbed into bed after turning the heat on for the first time this season. We watched some FSU basketball and I got out some of our fuzzy winter blankets. I drifted off to sleep nice and cozy.
Around 4;45, I bolted upright, realizing Dakota had not yet woken to eat. It’s a strange dichotomy; I want her to sleep all night but if she hasn’t woken, a small part of my brain believes that there is clearly something wrong. I went in to her room and she was snoozing peacefully, not ready to eat at all. So I got back in bed and slept about another hour until I heard her stirring on the baby monitor. The morning felt rushed but we got out of the house on time AND I had time to make sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits for the boys. And now, here I sit in my office, perusing the internet and slowly gathering things to organize on my desk, making a list of tasks to accomplish today.