It's funny how a good night's sleep sets you to rights. I had an excellent one last night, getting to bed on time, lights out. I got 7 hours and 20 minutes of gorgeous sleep.
I struggle with bedtimes often. I don't want to go to bed, or have a ton of things on my mind, or busy myself with unimportant things. There's no video game that needs 20 more minutes of playing, no facebook post that needs replying to, more than I need my sleep.
But I rocked it last night. Then this morning, I woke up feeling ready to take on the world. Missy got me out of my diaper, and into the shower, and got on her way.
After I got out, I got nice sweet text messages from her.
These, specifically.
Intellectually, I know I'm generally well behaved. and a good boy. But it sure is nice to be told so.