Optimism

Optimism is setting my alarm clock for 7 am, night after night, hoping against hope that just once I will be allowed to sleep late enough for my alarm clock to actually be what wakes me up. My drooling, cooing, giggling, kicking and squirming 7 month old nursing monster seems to think that 6:15 am is playtime. Just for the record, its not.

Why is it...

That clean bed sheets attract baby messes? I mean, really. It takes at least a week of looking at my sheets and thinking "I really should change these" for me to get clean sheets on the bed. You would think we could enjoy them clean for at least a night or two. Nope. Clean sheets+3 month old co-sleeping baby= approximately one large pile of spit up, two piles of drool and one very large poop explosion, all within approximately 30 minutes of putting the clean sheets on the bed. Which then means I have not one, but two set of sheets to wash. And we all know how much I love doing laundry!

And while we're on the topic, why is is that the tiniest person in the house always takes up the most room in the bed? Seriously, he's less than two feet tall- how come he gets the prime spots in the bed and I get the teeny-tiny spot on the edge of the bed, where if I breathe wrong I'll fall out?