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Thursday, February 02, 2006

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream ... 

So, with a month of the new work schedule under my belt, I can definitely say that I feel better with a consistent start time to my workday. I don't get as much totally alone time in the office, which means some questions/interruptions end up breaking up what had been a good stretch of productivity, but I'm also sharper and less brain-fogged overall, so I guess it balances out.

That said, with Celeste's rough patch of the past week or so, I'm finding my sleep to be really disjointed ... and my sleep habits adjusting to that. Over the past week, Celeste has had three nights of decent sleep (although getting to bed/to sleep has become much more difficult than it used to be) and four nights where she's up for two or more hours during the wee hours. This seems to have trained me to wake in the middle of the night more than I'd like: Last night, Celeste had a good night, but I was up for a little while around 1:30 a.m. and again around 3:00 a.m.; but Tuesday night/Wednesday morning I was a very bad night for Celeste so I was basically up for the day at 1:45 a.m.

I know part of it is that she's pulling strings to keep from being put back in bed, but while I holding her and trying to soothe her, I asked if she had had a bad dream or something. She paused and said "uh-ha." I asked what it was about and she signed DOG, so I asked if it was a mean dog, and she said "uh-ha." So we talked a bit about how while there were lots of good dogs out there, some dogs are mean, but that if she was careful and made sure she had permission to touch a dog that she'd be okay. At this point, Evelin would probably point out that by talking to her so much I am encouraging her to stay up ... and who knows how much of it she's absorbing/getting vs. just playing me to stay up, but it was late and I was tired and not thinking too well.

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