a new year. a new day.

I mentioned that I'm not a huge resolution person, but I did make a few goals. One of them (hilariously) was to try and be in bed by 9:30. My kids go to bed at 7 so in theory that should give me a couple of hours each night to do whatever adult-like thing I need to do. Life is better around here if I get enough sleep. So, working with that goal in mind seemed simple enough. I even reasoned that once my "sleep tank" was filled up, I could add another goal in a month or so.

AND THEN... My very easy baby who has slept 12-13 hours a night since she was weeks old, developed a fever and decided night nursing was her THING. We have had a week where she wants nothing but to be glued to my chest. And my goal of going to bed at 9:30 hasn't felt practical when my baby is screaming in the next room.
I took this photo of her in the mirror and am struck that not that long ago, I was taking pictures of my big pregnant self in that same mirror. It makes a week of interrupted sleep feel more like an inconvenience instead of a crisis.