I have often thought it would be cool if I didn't need to sleep. I could get so much done, it would almost be a super power. I am not a good "sleeper", never really have been, which probably explains why my kids, when little, were not good sleepers, but that frustration is another post.
I have suffered with bouts of insomnia for all my life. For a while I was sleeping so well, I attribute it to cutting out caffeine and wine thanks to my irritable stomach. Last week, insomnia found me again. I am getting about 4 hours of sleep, I don't feel tired at all, but I feel like I should be sleeping since my body needs it, and my kids need me to be alert, less cranky, and more patient.
One of my fondest memories, I kid you not, was an awesome nights sleep I had about six years ago. Sad right? Brian was deployed at the time and I went to my uncle's for dinner and to spend the night. I remember sitting down for dinner and being tired and going to bed around 8:30 sleeping through the night and waking up around 6:00 am feeling fully rested and energized. I do not remember feeling that good in the morning, rest wise ever since, of course, I have had Cooper since then and even on the rare occasion that he sleeps soundly through the night, I am still aware that he "might" wake up and if he doesn't, I constantly worry something may be wrong. Oh the life of the mother!
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