Tonight I’m dreaming of an early bedtime. The week has felt long and full, and baby was up a lot last night. We got home after 6, it’s almost 8 and we just finished dinner. Husband will bathe her as I get ready for bed and then I’m dreaming of nursing her to sleep and drifting off myself, with maybe a few minutes of reading somewhere in there. Nothing like a night of rest to renew everything that’s off in life. Looking forward to a bright new tomorrow.