Thursday, April 7, 2011

i could kiss marc weissbluth

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.


h. rae said...

Haha! Good for you! Insanity happens sometimes, as long as it's the exception and not the norm. :)

Kristi said...

I made a similar post when I discovered him. Ah. Love. I'd like to know how it goes for you! After this one, you'll have it down to an art for his siblings (if that's the plan)! I'm always so nervous about sleep training, but then it always goes well. The first was bumpy. Won't lie. Had no clue what I was doing. Started it way too late. But now I think it's a breeze! But I wish I felt the same way about potty training. Maybe I ought to find the Marc Weissbluth of potty training. I'm sure he/she exists...