Wednesday, October 20, 2010

She is Sleeping. And I should be happy about it.

Harriet is sleeping. Why am I not full of rejoicing? I should be in a state of bliss. She is sleeping. She is SLEEPING. She has been sleeping for over TWO HOURS. Elysium! Freedom!--yes?

Why am I nervous? Why am I full of nameless dread? Because, my friends, this
could suddenly turn into this:
OR because if she sleeps all day then she could look like this


But I can't wake her up. She is too precious. I can't disturb this precious thing.

1 comment:

  1. Ahh yes, restful sleep for bebe doesn't always equal the same thing for mama!