It's all about the sleep

The "it" in question being my life.

The days Annabella gives us a good night, I wake up feeling good about the world. Like I can handle the challenges in front of me. That I'll make it though the day. That gasp, I might even want another child someday! (News my husband is always happy to hear.)

And then there are the days when I feel like a walking zombie. I'm unable to handle even the simplest stress, and I find myself telling people that things wouldn't normally upset me so much, and telling myself this too.

Annabella is finally giving us enough good nights a week that I will survive motherhood.

I know my life is boring, and that the sleeping habits of my child isn't really newsworthy.