Sleep. Where have you gone, sleep?
It is amazing how your body gets used to sleeping through the night. I've been doing it routinely since I was 1. Took a brief break last year when we had a one-year-old with chronic ear infections. But I've been back on the sleep wagon since last spring.
I fell off again a week ago -- haven't been able to get back on. It's not my fault. It's not anxiety or heartburn or sleep apnea. Not frequent urination or anything else. That will come later in life, I trust. It's Amsale. Each night, between 1:45 and 2:30am, she wakes up crying. Not fussing or whimpering. O-my-God-a-bear-came-into-my-room-and-bit-off-my-arm kind of crying. When we ask what's wrong, she points to her cheek and says she hurts. We take her into bed with us, where she promptly turns into a helicopter -- and she sleeps soundly while turning in circles the rest of the ... excuse me, *yawn* ... night. This can't go on.
In other news ... I'm sorry, I must have drifted off there a moment. What was I writing about. Doesn't matter. Must get sleep. I actually took a 2 hour nap on Saturday afternoon. 2 hours! What am I, three years old?!!
Anyway, I did preach yesterday. Here's the sermon. When you get to the part where I say, "let's watch a video," you can pause the audio and watch the video I posted below. That's what I showed people:
And that's the ... zzzzzzzz ... what, huh! Oh yeah: news from Browerville.
It is amazing how your body gets used to sleeping through the night. I've been doing it routinely since I was 1. Took a brief break last year when we had a one-year-old with chronic ear infections. But I've been back on the sleep wagon since last spring.
I fell off again a week ago -- haven't been able to get back on. It's not my fault. It's not anxiety or heartburn or sleep apnea. Not frequent urination or anything else. That will come later in life, I trust. It's Amsale. Each night, between 1:45 and 2:30am, she wakes up crying. Not fussing or whimpering. O-my-God-a-bear-came-into-my-room-and-bit-off-my-arm kind of crying. When we ask what's wrong, she points to her cheek and says she hurts. We take her into bed with us, where she promptly turns into a helicopter -- and she sleeps soundly while turning in circles the rest of the ... excuse me, *yawn* ... night. This can't go on.
In other news ... I'm sorry, I must have drifted off there a moment. What was I writing about. Doesn't matter. Must get sleep. I actually took a 2 hour nap on Saturday afternoon. 2 hours! What am I, three years old?!!
Anyway, I did preach yesterday. Here's the sermon. When you get to the part where I say, "let's watch a video," you can pause the audio and watch the video I posted below. That's what I showed people:
And that's the ... zzzzzzzz ... what, huh! Oh yeah: news from Browerville.
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