I Must Have Been Dreaming about Corey Hart

After two and a half months of getting up to feed Jonathan at least once a night, I pretty well have the routine down. So when he woke up last night around 4:00, I did my usual – I dragged myself to vertical, reached for my glasses, stumbled sleepily into his room, and brought him back to into my bed to nurse. He ate well, but something felt a little bit off – I had to turn on the light midway through to get him positioned right, and when I took him back to change his diaper, everything felt a little foggy – but I couldn’t figure out what the problem was until I swaddled him back up, laid him in the crib, and went into the bathroom, where I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I was wearing my sunglasses.

In my pajamas. In the middle of the night. While feeding and diapering my baby.

And now, you will be singing this for the rest of the day. You’re welcome.