Sleep Walking

You can read everything there is in print about being a parent. You can prepare yourself the way you prepare for any test. And be completely unprepared. For anyone who's been there, this is not news. But after one year, two weeks and one day, why am I still getting up in the middle of the night? Oh right. Because I chose to co-sleep, which means that I am aware of every move, breath, sigh or escape attempt made by my child. This child, who is teething, and therefore uncomfortable on a good day, knows that all she has to do is say "Mama", and I will get up and play at just about an hour of the day. This is not a typical night these days, thank goodness. It is, in fact, rare. But it happens, and it throws me off for days. 'Course she's fine, and raring to go. And go. And go. Didn't I say I was never going to be one of those moms who uses the tv as a distraction for her child in order to have some time to herself? I LIED. When five minutes is a gift, an Oreo cookie spread all around dear daughter on the carpet in front of the stupid Wiggles is Just Wonderful. I really want to know how people decide to have more kids. Do they figure they will never escape this new role anyway, so they may as well go for more? My real question, though, is how do women, who choose the attachment parenting style of child rearing, recharge? Speaking of recharging, I think I will take advantage of the next 10 minutes, my self-time, to take a shower. Ah..