Ponderings of a Tired Mommy

I have decided that there must be a flashing neon sign above my bedroom door that says, "Please Come In and Wake Me Up." The curious thing about this sign is that it is only visible between the hours of 1 AM to 5 AM and to people under the age of 8. How Little One can see it from her crib, I'll never know. Maybe it sends out an audible signal to her. We seriously need a king-sized bed so a child or two can fit without my having to cling for dear life to the edge of the mattress. Somehow, I was deluded into thinking that once babies "slept through the night," my sleep would be returned to me. No one told me that kids never really "sleep through the night." There is always one with a cough, or a bad dream, or needing to go to the bathroom, or wanting a drink, or an itchy mosquito bite, or cold, or hot, or any other number of reasons why the mysterious sign beckons them to my room. Mack tells me that when they are big, and no longer need Mommy in the middle of the night, I will miss it. That's because they don't come to his side of the bed.