No Sleep

When I was a baby, I learned I could sleep any time, any place.
As a kid, it was a competition with my parents to see how late I could get away with staying up.
And getting up at the crack of dawn to practice violin before school was almost unbearable.
I learned to live with that.
I learned to live with staying up all night at camp with the kids I was counselling talking about God and the future.
I learned to live with pulling all-nighters studying or writing essays or practising in college
or taking the trips to the ocean at sunset and staying there until sunrise.
I learned to live with 20 or so college girls at the Onyx House and our late-night runs to Safeway and Midnight Breakfast.
I learned to live with the all-night jitters the week before my wedding (and after!)
and the late-night "discussions" and "make-ups" the first year of marriage.
I even learned to live with the pregnant peeing 10 times at night
and the charley-horses and midnight green olive cravings.
I learned I can listen to my firstborn's breathing pattern all night long through my sweet husbands snoring.
I learned to live with a 19 month-old moving to his new bed and nursing a newborn at the same time.
But you would think after learning so much, you would learn not to take away the pacifier from the 2 year old.
Oh well, sleep is overrated, right?