3:52 am...

... is just way to early, in case you were wondering. I was pretty sure I already knew that, but it was confirmed when Spencer decided that was the time to greet the day. I finally got him back down around 5 am for another 45 minutes or so, but it wasn't even worth it, since I couldn't fall back asleep! I want to thank you all for all the wonderful, supportive comments the other day. I so needed to hear them. I've come up with some more ways to cope with the sleep situation. Or maybe I should say the fallout from the sleep situation. I've declared Wednesdays "Whatever-It-Takes-Wednesdays." This means I'm giving myself a free pass to spend the day in sweatpants or yoga pants, not shower, no chores, no work, nap when he does, and order take-out... all in an effort to make it through the week. Yesterday was the first time I tried it, and what a difference a "refresher" day makes. Especially when followed by a 3:52 am wake-up call.

I'm one tired, cranky mama today. I worked really hard not to lose my cool and to make it an interesting day (which was even harder when you factor in that S has one nasty cold) . I was rewarded well for that tonight though. During night time routine, Spencer turned around in my lap, stood up, looked me in the face (we're still working on eye contact), smiled, and then threw his arms around me and squeezed me long and hard. Hugs are rare around here, so that pretty much made all the pain of the day wash away.

And on that note... I'm off to get some much needed sleep!