Thankzzz

Craig gave me the nicest gift this morning: another hour of sleep. It was especially touching because he really could have used it himself.

For the last few days he's been part of a team working 16-hour days at the Advanced Light Source in Berkeley. They split the shift in half, thankfully, so he only has to work from 1:00 am to 9:00 am. (It's voluntary, so you might wonder why he does it, but as it was the ALS work that got him on the cover of Science, I guess it's worth it.) He tries to sleep enough during the day (he napped five hours yesterday, and slept four hours last night before going to work), but he's still tired all the time. It's simply difficult to be up all night.

Unfortunately, Isaac was also up last night. He was basically awake from 1:00 am until 4:15 am. (Do you think he put himself on the graveyard shift in solidarity with his father?) I rather foolishly went to bed late, and then had a hard time sleeping once I got there, so when Isaac woke up at 1:00 I hadn't had very much sleep. As the hours wore on and I couldn't get him back to sleep, I began to feel desperate. Nursing, rocking, crying (him), and yelling (me) didn't work. Finally he fell asleep in my bed after nearly an hour of tossing and turning.

Then he woke up at 7:45 am. He had slept a total of eight and a half hours; I had slept less than five. When Craig got home at 9:30 am, he already knew how my night had gone (thanks to checking Trixie Tracker) and was sympathetic. That's when he offered to let me go back to sleep. I felt a little guilty, but I accepted.

So thanks, honey! Not only did I appreciate getting the extra sleep, I think Isaac did too -- neither of us like it when I'm exhausted and short-tempered.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a nap, just like every other member of my household is doing at this moment.