Some mornings I long for the time when I wasn’t responsible for anyone but myself- no getting up at 2:00 in the morning to feed a baby that has decided to stop sleeping through the night, no waking up again at 4:00 to clean up dog poop from my living room floor, no waking up again at 6:00 to feed cranky baby again, no 3 year old coming down at 6:30 to let me know that she had wet the bed (thanks for your help on that one Sean). I would kill for more then 2 hours of sleep at a time. It seems completely crazy that all of these things keeping me from getting adequate sleep are also all of the things that make me most happy. Are mother’s crazy or what?