For the first time ever, we allowed my mother-in-law to take all four kids with her to B's grandmother's house for the afternoon. This meant that for the first time in almost 14 months, we had a completely child-free house.
I celebrated by sleeping.
B and I had been watching a movie together - "Duplicity," and goodness Clive Owen is beautiful - but I couldn't keep my eyes open. So I toddled off to bed, leaving B to his own devices.
I fell asleep at 2:30, and the next thing I knew it was 6:00. I had slept like the dead - I don't think I moved the entire time.
To say that I am chronically sleep deprived would be an understatement. I don't think I've had more than 6 continuous hours of sleep since before Elizabeth was born. She's getting better at sleeping through the night, but it's pretty much a guarantee that if she sleeps through, one of the other kids won't. Campbell is particularly prone to waking up with nightmares.
So, yes, the nap did me good. And, yes, I could fall back asleep right now without any problem at alzzzzzzzzz