Needless to say, Preston & I cannot function without at least 9 hours of sleep. At least. 10 is better, 12 is great, but we settle for 9 because we have to make time for at least an hour of 'The Office' before bedtime. Most of our family finds this humorous. "Sarah, isn't it time for your nap?" "Preston, it's past 9 o'clock, why are you still up?!" We have missed appointments, ditched our families, and opted out of shopping on a beautiful Saturday afternoon on numerous occasions because we are too tired to function. But Preston & I have decided that we ridiculed, pestered, and demeaned all because of one thing: we get sleep, and they do not.
And why do we get sleep and they do not? 3 words: screaming little monsters. We have come to the conclusion that the #1 spot on our list must go to our most prized possession because so few people in this world are privileged enough to get it. I have seen 2 a.m., and it isn't as pretty as people make it out to be. And I'm sure it's not any prettier while you are changing a diaper, listening to your child scream, or washing bottles because all of yours are dirty. And so, Preston and I have decided that our selfishness and deep need for at least 9 hours of sleep is far too overbearing to compromise, especially when the average number of hours slept by a new parent (or an experienced one of 18 years) is -2.
So for now, Preston and I will go on loving and living our life, 9 hours of sleep and all.