I had a couple of real posts in the hopper.

But my night ended at 4 am.

I got up to go to the bathroom–ah, the lasting legacy of pregnancy!–and then Taxman got called out by the Rescuers. Before I got back to sleep, AM was up to nurse. (Actually, it was kind of a relief; he’s been skipping his late afternoon nursings and my body isn’t quite up to speed.) He wiggled his way back to sleep, finally, and then Miss M roused me with a shriek–for no apparent reason–at 5:15. Clearly we had been lulled into complacency with her sleeping straight through until at least 6. The adrenaline charge from that lasted until Taxman returned at nearly 6:00. Miss M hadn’t gone back to sleep, but at least she was mellow, so AM was peaceful.

“It was a long call,” he explained; 90 minutes is average, but sometimes in the dead of night they go faster.

“You should have gotten breakfast,” I told him. “At least coffee.”

“I know. I am seriously considering going to Dunkin’ Donuts on my way to work.”

“But what about me?” I groused. “I’ve been up since you left, if that makes you feel any better.”

“It doesn’t, actually.”

“I can go while you’re getting ready for work.”

“Ok. You can take Miss M.”

“No, I can’t. I have to take your car [which lives in a spot in the garage, no carseats]; mine is on the right side for today.”*

Around this point AM snuffled awake. When it was clear that he was still satisfied from the 4:00 extra-full serving, I pulled some clothes out of the hamper, took Taxman’s keys, and piqued Miss M’s curiousity with the promise of an “extra-special breakfast.” I was full of determination: Taxman needed a Very Large cup of coffee; I wanted to continue my quest to experience the seasonal pumpkin line (this time with a donut).

But before I left, I accosted Taxman. “If I put your sweatshirt over what I’m wearing, do I have to put on a bra?” (As if I could find a clean one the one I was wearing yesterday one.)

“No,” he said.

“Ok.”

“Was that the right answer?”

Of course, honey! Your training is very advanced!

* See, life in NYC is determined by alternate-side parking.

Ha! If I had listened to something other than Laurie Berkner this week, like, say, the news, I would have known that alternate was suspended today for Idul-Fitr. Not that I don’t love Laurie, though.