Please, please, PLEASE don’t let this be a fluke

Guess who slept six hours last night?

I don’t think I can stress enough how a lack of sleep ruins my life. I’ll take the dirty diapers, the smelly spit-up, the laundry … just let me sleep. Six hours sounds forever long to me now — did you hear the childless among us “eeeeep”ing in repulsion?

Just think! Someday I may even get EIGHT hours! Someday! Hey! Like in August when my mom wants to take both my kids for a week. She’s nuts, but please don’t tell her and ruin this for me before I get the chance to try out eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.