It's 11:02pm...

and I should go to bed.  Gabriel will wake up for the day at 7:30am, (if we're lucky), not counting waking at least 1-2 more times during the night to nurse.  So, I really should of gone to bed an hour ago.  At the same time, I crave 'me' time that is not rushed.  During the day, any time I get to myself is very limited and always within a time constraint, most often less than an hour.  7:00pm is the magic hour around here - all of a sudden I have hours to myself.  Ty and I have gotten good at balancing this time between spending time with each other and giving ourselves some space.  We might play scrabble for an hour or so, and then surf the internet on our separate computers, but in the same room.  Or we might settle down in different rooms, but call each other in to watch odd you tube video's of a colossal squid (like we did tonight.)  Either way, it's a much needed recharge before tomorrow.  At the same time, every morning I wake up craving more sleep, and think 'I will go to bed early tonight.'  And yet every night I crave more 'me' and 'us' time.  ARGH!