I was completely unaware of this until I had children. I took sleeping for granted, right along with a moment's silence, taking showers uninterrupted, and using the bathroom with the door closed.

Our youngest is now 3 1/2 months old, and the youngling has decided to follow in the austere footsteps of the older two. Naps are for suckers and sleeping through the night is overrated. We are now on night 3 of partying during the wee hours.

It's hard to be angry when he's being so earnestly cute. But I am yet again reminded that sleep has a taste. With Cman it was a hazelnut coffee; sleep deprivation with Lil Miss Diva tasted like toffee. This go round I daydream of rich, buttery golden caramel. I physically crave it and find myself obsessing over it's tempting goodness.

So......what does your sleep taste like?