in the dark...

I didn't sleep much last night...well for the last few months nights to be more precise. In the wee hours of the morning when I'm rocking my last born to sleep I think about things like how I'd like to have a 2 story with a room on the bottom floor away from everyone else where baby won't wake everyone up but then away from my daydream I ponder reality and how maybe a twin size bed in the nursery would work out great so I could snooze without walking 16 feet back to my bedroom and how I would paint an old headboard find a green or maybe yellow color and adorn it with a fancy brown quilt. Then i snooze off rocking baby because there isn't a bed in the room so my rokcing chair will have to suffice and I wake often with a crick in my neck then switch sides. Baby is content too sleeping solid. I didn't even stir to hear the mr. come into the room daylight now. His sweet face in mine without saying good monring I immediately soap boxedly tell him that that bed I've been thinking about putting in here just got confirmed last night.

I blog like this...