I know without a shadow of a doubt that I will miss this precious thing more than anything else on my list. More than my slim figure, more than having late nights out with friends and oh yes, even more than sporadic sex. This cherished item I speak of gives me life, it gives me joy, it gives me an escape from this crazy yet sometimes unbelievably boring world I live in. It’s a process no one… Especially not I, can live without, and I’m not sure I can cordially function with less of it. And if… No, when I’m forced to I fear those around me will suffer the wrath as I transform into a vicious beast. Oh yea, that’s what happens when I don’t get to sleep.
I have a love/hate relationship with sleep. I’m writing this now as I’m fighting to stay awake on one of my days off. I’m extremely mad that the sleep demon has taken over my body and it forcing me to be tired and take long naps all day. Naps are nice yes, but not on my days off. I like to go go go and sleep only gets in the way.
But that’s my only complaint about sleep. Other than that I love it. And I mean it when I say: Please… Don’t wake me up from my dearest dreams unless you have a bundle of chocolate covered strawberries in your arms. …Can babies make those?
I was surprised how quickly I was able to jump out of bed and take care of my needy puppy when I first got him, but that instinct left just as quickly as I developed it and now when he whimpers at night I kick my husband out of bed.
Scared is an understatement of how I feel about having a child and loosing sleep. That and the fact that I hear it’s more than just a loss of sleep it’s like… No more naps? No more sleeping when I want? You mean, I have to do what the crying thing tells ME to? Well I brought the son of a gun into this world…
Do you know how often I sleep in until 9, 10… Heck, 1 if I want to?! I get to decide when I wake up and when I go to sleep and I LOVE it. To have that privilege sacrificed… Ugh. I’m getting all worked up just thinking about it.
A woman I work with just laughs at me when I tell her I’m tired. She just got back from maternity leave and frequently comes in expressing how few hours of sleep she got the night before. I get a migraine just thinking of being in that situation.
How do you get over it? I know you’re going to tell me it comes natural but really, what if it doesn’t? Do I really just have to say goodbye to sleeping whenever I want to? What if I invested in those nice Boss headphones? Could I pump enough milk so that hubby could wake up in the ridiculous hours of the night? Forget taking turns, I’d trade him a tubal ligation for waking up every night for the crying babies.
Maybe I’m really not cut out for this parenting thing.