Sometimes I really can't believe how late I used to stay up. On any random week night I would stay up until 11, sometimes midnight. And on the weekends I would often stay up until 1:30 or so just because I could.
No more.
These days I go to bed no later than 10pm. Preferably by 9:30. Simply put: I gotsta get my Zzzz's. To get my solid 8 hours, taking into account Jack's 6:30 wake up time, the 3-4 times per night that Rosie wakes me up with her collar bling, and my own bathroom breaks, I need to be in a full REM cycle by no later than 10.
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Obviously that means dinner and general life maintenance have to be done earlier than pre-baby days. I usually have dinner on the (TV) dinner table by 7 right when Jack goes to sleep.
So you can imagine my horror last weekend when Grant made me wait until 8 o'clock to go out to dinner with his friends. I seriously felt like I was being abused. I was only going to be getting my entree by the time I am usually having my pre-bedtime dark chocolate square!
We also had someone over for dinner a few weeks ago and when the conversation was still going after 9pm, Grant and I both got so panicky that we nervously drank an entire bottle of $5 wine that he bought while we were chatting. We paid for that handsomely the next day.
Sure, maybe I need to loosen up a bit. But instead, maybe group dinners and TV shows need to start coming on at 5:30 or 6. Did you ever think about that?!
It's funny how priorities change. My post-5pm concerns used to be 1) Do I have enough wine to last me through the night? 2) Do I have at least 4 hours of entertainment on my DVR? 3) Is my luscious fleece blanket out of the dryer?
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Now they are: 1) Is my baby going to stay asleep? 2) Did I lock the doors? 3) Buy bye.
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