So M slept for 8 hours last night. 10 to 6. Like a completely normal person who has a job and a mortgage.
I feel wonderful. I hadn't slept for 8 hours straight since probably last October.* though I immediately started to wonder if she was sick or something. (She's not, just sleepy and happy).
And now she's napping again, so I can write blog posts.
I think she's cuter this morning than ever before, but that's probably because I am feeling so pleased with the world. But she's awfully sweet.
*And actually, I didn't sleep for 8 hours straight, because I woke up at 5:30 wondering what was going on.