Sleeping on the floor

I swear that somehow Landon and Riley have meetings some nights where they create a schedule for waking up, where they alternate and tag team to maximize their chunks of sleep, while minimizing mine. And I’m sure that they have some type of monitoring system installed to know the second I’m in that stage of pretty much asleep again before they wake up. Last night was one of those nights. Landon had a bad dream so I ended up sleeping on the floor next to his bed for most of the early part of the night. Riley was up three times which is unusual for him, but he is teething. Landon was up again this morning at 5:30. I never really sat down to figure out how much “sleep” I actually got, but I’m pretty sure it’s only around 2 – 3 hours or so.

This morning I drank an extra cup of coffee, and took a mini nap for the few minutes that the boy’s naps overlapped. 20 minutes makes up for the 5 hours I lost last night right? You may think that I’m complaining – I’m really not. I love this life. I don’t know that I particularly care for the lack of sleep and the lack of patience that creates the next morning, but while I was laying on the floor, stroking Landon’s hair helping him to go back to sleep the only thing going through my mind was how much I love that kid.

We sacrifice so much for our children – but I really only use the word sacrifice for lack of a better word. Sacrifice implies that I’m giving up something I love and treasure for something I love and treasure more. While this is true (sleep is something I love and treasure) there is so much more to it. There is a deeper shift in life that occurs when you have a child that the things you once had and the way you once lived your life is not sacrificed but becomes something new. It really is the best thing ever, because even at the end of a long, hard, sleep deprived day, the unconditional love that the boys show makes me forget all about it.

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