I was so hopeful. And my bed was so delicious.
But it was not to be.
At 4:30 am, Calliope started to cry. I huddled under the covers. After a few minutes, she quieted.
Until 4:45. When she started to wail.
I hauled my weary self out of bed and went over to the crib and gently patted her back.
I went back to bed.
She wailed again.
I hauled myself back out of bed, and wearily traveled to the living room, carefully arranging the slightly-too-small throw blanket so it just covered my cold toes without leaving an unnecessarily large expanse of uncovered chest.
She slept, then, until 7 am, when I was back in the room, freshly showered and getting dressed and trying to be grateful for the sleep I had.
Which, given that I managed to get to bed on the early side (is it a major undertaking for anyone else? I feel like I spend my entire evening deeply focused on that early bedtime, coaching myself and doing frequent time checks... it consumes an extraordinary amount of energy, really), doesn't feel like anywhere nearly enough. I'm feeling exhausted at work today.
Tonight I think I will force myself to actually unfold the sleeper sofa, and not just sleep on top of the folded up couch. I'm hoping another night or two there and then I can try my bed again.
Surely I'm not going to have to sacrifice my bed forever nor move to a new apartment just to sleep all night?
And for the Blogger questions... a lucky find, I think, though the blocker at work keeps me from fully exploring... trying clicking on the Blogger icon (I think it's just a big "B") in the upper left corner. I think that lets you see your Blogroll.