I don't know what it is really, but given the opportunity I can sleep in like a champion sleeper-inner. Maybe it's the fact that Felix wakes up a couple of times a night and I can't sleep to the sounds of crying baby. Or maybe it's that years after being diagnosed, the drugs I take for my restless legs don't work all that well. I don't know.
What I do know is that every morning I wake up usually around 6, feeling like I've been run over by a truck. I go to the bathroom and stumble back to bed to fall back into a sleep plagued with the strangest of dreams. I can't tell you about all of those dreams (freaky!), but this morning's doozy was about some vacation I was on. It must have been San Francisco because I was in a car going down a hill that really reminded me of that unique city. There was other stuff that was really strange, but it has faded.
I'm actually a fan of recording dreams, and amazingly, I've never had what I would consider to be a nightmare. My mom suggested that maybe the reason Felix wakes up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder is because of night terrors. She thought I should look it up on the internet to see how young they might start. That would surprise me quite a bit, and I'm not sure if knowing would comfort me or not. I mean, I don't know how to react really since I've never had anything similar.
But when Felix wakes up, you can tell that there are different reasons. Sometimes he wakes up because he's hungry and he gets mad if we don't get the bottle in his mouth soon enough. But sometimes he just screams and there's nothing we can do to comfort him. It's really unpleasant when it's at 4 in the morning (otherwise known as "the buttcrack of dawn") and it lasts for an hour.
So, because I have the best husband in the world, by about 8 am, Brent gets up and takes Felix with him to the libroffice and I go back to sleep again. I can typically get in another 2 hours or so before needing to get up for real, but if it was an especially bad night, I can sleep in till noon easily.
I feel guilty about this sometimes, but not usually. I get really ineffective sleep. I just thank my lucky stars (and the big guy upstairs... He's awesome! ... winks in Michelle's direction) that I have an understanding husband and a really flexible work.