...tricked myself into thinking LO STTN. Seriously.

He woke me up at his usual up-for-the-day time and I looked down at him, ecstatic - "Good morning, baby! You slept so well!" I did not feel rested. At all. But he hadn't woken up, meaning I had gotten my first >4 hour sleep in four months, so maybe I just have to adjust. DH was not off work yet, so I texted him the good news, not wanting to get use to it, but thinking that this may turn things around some!

Then I looked at the area we change him during the night and there is a dirty diaper sitting there. Just sitting there in the early morning sunshine, opened like a flower in bloom. A smelly, terrible flower. And there is an opened container of donuts by the bed. And then it hits me - he did wake up. Twice. And, apparently, I was so tired and hungry that I a) didn't even adequately dispose of a diaper, b) broke out a box of donuts, completely bypassing anything healthy in the house and c) completely forgot all about it all for a good hour.

I can barely remember anything of either of these wakeups save for delicious chocolate pastry and some crummy ABC Family Christmas romance playing on TV as I shove baby to boob and donut to mouth. It makes me wonder what else I do practically in my sleep.