The quick brown fox jumped over the good, but lazy Parker family.
funny thing happened last night: I rolled over and went back to sleep.
as i have been whining about for months, ever since baby sparklet became a twinkle in the lady sparkler’s eyes, I’ve been sleeping like crap.
And while she is the one getting up to pee every three hours, i’m the light sleeper who is awake for 45 minutes after she crawls back in bed (the last 35 of those minutes listening to my beloved snore contentedly.)
so, last night at 2am when emily the cat emitted a huge shreak, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter, and prepared to be up … forever.
when I made it to the hallway, there was a rather startled (perturbed?) cat who had fallen asleep in front of the air conditioner intake. the system obviously came on during the middle of her sleep cycle, and she was less than pleased at the disturbance.
however, emily-the-cat-going-senile is not news … me patting her on the head for ten minutes while she calmed down, and then going *immediatley* back to sleep is the real story.
four months ago, something as benign as movement would have (or more specifically, *did* have) me up for 45 minutes. trauma (with the associated adreline rush) would have me up for two hours, minimum.
but this time? trauma. 10 minutes of head patting. back to sleep before my head hit the pillow.
I’m finally ready to be a father.