oh-oh, the naps are getting smaller

When your baby stops having any day sleeps at all, that's the killer. It means working a shift that starts at around five-thirty in the morning and continues without a break until about eight at night. I look back very, very wistfully to the time when I was able to blog (or read a paper, or shave my legs) while my son had his siestas. My god, the first two years of parenthood were such a breeze. 'Course, it's all worth it when your child is so utterly adorable. But still...I'm sure this life of endless servitude was not in the brochure. Well, more soon, if the boss allows it.