Sophia woke us up with a scream at 4:45 this morning. But then she settled into an intermittent moaning that kept me thinking she was going to drop back to sleep at any moment. Finally, I gave in and got her.
Then sometime after I’d nursed her back to sleep and curled up to grab a little more sleep, I had a dream. One of those dreams in which I’m back at school. I was sitting in a classroom as other students filed in and suddenly I realized I was in the wrong class. I had missed my first class and now had to figure out where my second class was.
But what made this dream so different was the excuse I handed to the teacher. I told her I was exhausted because the baby woke me up so early this morning. She smiled understandingly. She was a mother too.