I received a call on my cell phone from the camp coordinator at my Y at 7:00 a.m. this morning. He called to discuss a transportation-related issue that needed immediate attention. As we were winding down our conversation, he ended the call by saying, “… and I’m sorry for calling so early. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

I laughed. “Wake me!” I said. “You forget, I have two seven-week old babies at home. I’ve been up for an hour and a half!”

His comment made me realize, however, that I don’t think I’ve slept past 6:15 a.m. on any given day since the day we brought the babies home. I keep waiting for the day that they sleep through the night. It seems like every parent I talk to has a child that slept through the night starting at one week old. I keep waiting. Each night I think, maybe tonight they’ll sleep five or six hours straight.

Uh, Yeah. That hasn’t happened.