My friends, I no longer feel like I am being tortured at Guantanamo; the Muffin Man is sleeping through the night! I haven't written about it for fear of jinxing it, but he started sleeping from 10PM to 7:30AM about three weeks ago and has continued without incident. I feel like a new person. It's amazing how sleeping a solid 7-8 hours changes one's outlook on life. I honestly don't know how I survived for almost six months without sleep; I'm pretty sure I was starting to look like an extra from The Walking Dead. I have so much more energy, and it's nice to no longer be worried about falling asleep at the wheel while driving to Mommy and Me. I'm still tired at the end of the day, but it's because I'm busy doing fun things with Noah, not because I haven't slept. I'm sure there are plenty of sleepless nights in my future, what with colds and teething and stomach flus, but please let me enjoy this fabulous feeling of being rested and don't ruin my buzz.
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