Dear sleep, I’m sorry. I’ve underestimated you. In the past I didn’t give you the respect you deserved. I would mock you and tease that I only got 7 hours of sleep and how awful that was. People would ask how I was and I’d respond with not well, I didn’t sleep well, I woke up in the middle of the night and it took me 10 minutes to fall back asleep. They would shake their head, sympathizing at how awful that must be. Poor girl, they’d think. Only 7 hours of sleep. What a trooper she is. How strong she must be. Oh how wrong I was.
Can we make a deal? If I give you the praise you deserve will you come back? I know, I know the twins are teething and sick so I’ll be realistic, but any glimpse of you would be much appreciated. People now ask how I am and I’ll shout “Amazing! I slept three hours last night in a row! I feel like a new woman!” Last night, as Gracie shrieked every time we put her in her crib, I sang along to Twinkle, Twinkle making up my own words about how great sleep was and didn’t she want to try it. She’s not sold, but I am. Go sleep! — you’re biggest fan.