I love to sleep... How I love to sleep.

Last night, I was frazzled by the time Landon got home, as is more often the case than not. Every afternoon I think, "I'm gonna keep it together today and not be such a freak." Unfortunately, that usually just doesn't happen. I'm just a big freak.
Anyhow, since I was feeling all frazzled, I put a bottle of recently purchased chardonnay into the fridge to accompany our grilled chicken and spinach ravioli dinner I was preparing. I had about a glass, and since I'm such a cheap date, that was plenty enough for me. It took the edge off the day and I was able to relax. And by relax, I mean that I laid down on the bed, on my face, and passed out cold. At about 7:30. One minute, I was chatting with Landon, the next I was asleep. And probably drooling. Like this:I woke up for a little while in the night (my body just isn't used to so much continuous sleep these days), but I managed to go back to sleep and stay that way until around 7:30, when Mason finally came in for our morning snug ritual.
I was in bed for nearly 12 hours. Back in the day, the glorious days of sleep long before I was a mother, 12 hours of sleep at night wasn't an uncommon occurrence (see title). Nowadays, it most certainly is a freak, once in a blue moon, sort of event.
I feel better rested today than I have since I can't remember when, and that is a beautiful thing. I don't know if Landon bathed the boy last night, or what time he (Mason) got put to bed, but I don't really care. 'Cause I am rested. Hallelujah.
Thanks, Landon, for handling Mason's bedtime stuff... and thanks for understanding that I needed to catch up on some z's.
Side note: Landon totally sent out the above-posted picture to EVERYONE we know who has email after the birth of our son. People were very impressed with the sizable puddle of drool I had accumulated on my pillow. Having to care for a newborn after a c-section makes you tired, okay? Yah. That's it.