It's 10:30 am, and I am just now rolling out of bed.
Sounds so decadent, right? Like something reserved for high schoolers and college kids. At the very least it seems like something done on an occasional Saturday ... before starting a family.
Well, I am feeling somewhat rested, but it's not nearly as luxurious as it sounds.
At 7:30 am, I was feeding a "starving" newborn ... and then holding her upright while those two ounces of breastmilk digested.
At 8:30 am, I was eating a yummy scrambled egg and toast breakfast prepared by my awesome husband.
At just before 9:00 am, I was waving good-bye to my husband and two-year old as they left for a visit to the local kid's museum.
Back in bed just after 9:00 am and managed to sleep until the next "scheduled" feeding time ... 10:30 am.
I am living life in 3-hour chunks. If half that time is spent sleeping (can that small amount of time even be called sleeping?), then, hey, life is good!
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