I've noticed something about myself. The well rested version of Heather is generally cheerful & loving, while the sleep deprived version of Heather is generally cranky & impatient.
When a driver cuts me off and speeds past, the Sleep-Deprived Heather's reaction is something along the lines of: shouting, You Idiot!
When a driver cuts off and speeds past the well rested Heather, her reaction is something along the lines of: Hmm. I wonder what their hurry is? I hope they aren't on their way to the emergency room!? Or maybe that driver is about to wet their pants, haha!
See what I mean?
We've still got a long way to go on this sleep training business, but we are on our way! And we're going to get there, and I'm not, in fact, going to die -or have to check myself into a looney bin, which I was a serious concern of mine, and I'm not even kidding. Which is exactly why, if Marc Weissbluth walked through my front door I'd probably have to kiss his face.