As I sit here at 2:00am I realize that I should probably be in bed. I have come home from work, done a load of laundry, sewn my baby girl a new top and a new pair of jeans (the top matches one I made for me. Don't tell her!), and now I'm browsing around on the computer. A little part of me says to go to bed, because I'm tired and have to work again tomorrow. Another part of me says that Grayson will wake up soon and want to be fed, so I might as well stay up. Which side of my brain should I listen to?
She slept through the night last night, which has only happened three times in her almost 9 months of existence. It was nice, I must say, but I don't wanna get used to it too soon. Our routine of having no routine has worked for us so far, so why mess it up now. Mama makes a great zombie after all.