I’m only going to whisper this, as to not jinx myself, but…
Avery slept through the night last night.
She went to bed at 8:30 and didn’t wake up didn’t make me get out of bed until 8:30. Well, I was up earlier than that, what with the whole first daughter thing, but Avery didn’t wake up until nearly 8:30. A whole 12 hours! I’m so proud of her! And me! She stirred a couple of times in the night, but put herself back to sleep within a minute or so. It has only been three nights and she already did it! That was too easy. There must be some catch. I expect that won’t be the end of it, just an exceptionally good night in the midst of training, but yay!
And what is this strange feeling I have? Where is the foggy, grogginess? Why am I able to think clearly? Where is my horrible grouchiness? Why am I not yelling?
Oh, that’s right. This is what rested feels like. I like rested. I want to go to there more often.