OK, I know this is going to be hard for most of you to wrap your minds around. I actually got a decent night's sleep. Eight hours. Not without interruption, of course, but still. From 10:30 p.m. to 6:45 a.m. Bizarre.
In my house, with 1-year-old twins and a sleep-detesting 4-year-old, this is such a rarity it's almost unheard-of. By the time the 4-year-old surrenders kicking and screaming (sometimes literally) to sleep, the evening can run late. The twins love to be up before the sun (what's UP with that).
And it's pretty inevitable. At some point in the night, someone will whine or cry or need something. If I'm really, really lucky, only that child wakes. Sometimes, it's a domino effect that results in all five people in the house awake and unhappy.
I'm not even sure what I did right. It was a total fluke, and I will probably get punished by hourly wakings tonight. But that's OK. I'll take it.
When I woke up this morning, I had the oddest feeling. I was refreshed. Is that what normal people feel like in the morning? I love it!
I can't wait until it happens again... probably in about 3.5 years.