Last night, I wanted nothing more than to lay my extraordinarily heavy head on my pillow, and to drift off to dreamland. Unfortunately, my teething 13-month-old had other plans.
So, we sat awake together until well after 4 am.
Literally moments after little A finally fell asleep, I heard big A rustling through the sock drawer. It was already time for work.

I put some coffee on to brew, some for my mug and some for big A’s thermos, and began assembling his lunch. The baby was awake by the time I saw him off to work, so I was extra thankful for the hot cup in my hand.

Within an hour though, little A was cranky enough for me to try to lay down in bed and nurse him to sleep. And it was a success! Desperate to stick to our schedule in the hopes that he’d sleep tonight, I forced myself and little man up at 9:30. It was time for another cup of coffee, as I counted down the hours until nap time.

And then nap time rolled around. And my exhausted little boy went down without a fight.
As I tip-toed out of the bedroom, I breathed a sigh of relief when he stayed asleep. Finally. I could finally get some sleep.
I got myself cozy on the couch, and decided to wind down by catching up on a little Grey’s Anatomy (HUGE fan!). But, during the episode, I started thinking about how I really wanted to try a new recipe I’d been eyeing. Then I started wondering how long it’d been since I’d written a blog post. Nearly a week. I thought to myself.

I glanced at the clock, excited in knowing that little A would probably sleep for another hour or more. And I did what any mom, desperate for a little alone time, would do.

I put another pot of coffee on to brew.

Until next time,

Savannah is a full-time mom of two, and can often be found outside on one of her various adventures. She enjoys carving her own path through natural and holistic living, as well as discovering ways to use food as medicine.