Patience.

Yesterday, Ana got up at around 5:45 (Or thereabouts. Dan got up with her that time.)
Her daily naps are dwindling down to nothing.
Today, she got up at 4:30.

Dan rolled over when his alarm went off at 6 and asked Ana what she was doing up already. I wanted to say, bags under my eyes, "Ana wants to see how evil mommy can be when she's sleep deprived." Not that Ana wants to play, or that Ana might have a tummy ache, or simply that Ana is having a hard time getting back to sleep. No, it's about mommy not getting enough sleep. Because it's ALL ABOUT MOMMY.

It isn't until now, now that Ana is with her grandma, and the sleep fog has finally lifted with my third cup of nectar (er, coffee), that I can be honest about what was going on this morning. Mommy is having a hard time seeing past herself these days. Or all days, for that matter. Marriage and motherhood has certainly helped bring out this previously hidden (at least from my eyes) aspect of my personality.

You see, Dan has this selflessness mechanism that allows him to be up all night with Ana without any heavy sighing, or cursing, or anger of any sort. When I see that, my heart swells with love and admiration. Yes, Dan is my hero. And I strive to be like him.

In the meantime, I should be off to confession and Mass for the graces to be like Christ. And maybe the next time Ana has an off day, I can have more patience.

There's gotta be a patron saint for the children of falliable parents.