I really, really wanted to enjoy motherhood. So let’s just say it was less-then-ideal when my husband found me wailing in the kitchen one morning at 4 am. He ran in, his eyes burning with the intensity of someone just woken from dead sleep to an emergency. “Is Lucy okay?” he asked, meaning our six-month-old …
You Have to Choose: For AndiLit.com
If parenthood were an economy, the currency would be sleep. You’d pay mortgage with REM cycles and buy groceries with naps. You’d fund college with any child that slept through the night. And, if you were like me, an insomniac with very wakeful daughters, you’d hoard sleep like Scrooge, clutching each second like newly minted …