Sweet Dreams

After an inconsistent few weeks and a truly chaotic Sunday night, everyone slept through the night last night. Jake, 8:30 to 5:30. Sam, 9:30 to 7:30. No matter how much you love your kids and want to spend time with them, you are overjoyed when they sleep like that. Or at least I am. But then again, Bryon says I have an unnatural affection for and obsession with sleep.

If it weren't for Black Cat, who every morning at 5 persuades me to get out of bed and go downstairs to confirm that, yes, his bowl is full of food, I would've slept all night long too.