I long to fall into bed. Close my eyes. And sleep until I awake naturally. It almost makes me want to cry the longing is so intense.
No one explained how hard sleep deprivation was. It’s probably better they didn’t. But when you can’t get good sleep the thought of a deep and calming slumber becomes an obsessive thought.
I know that this too shall pass. I know. And some day the boys won’t be little and I’ll long for those days again. But the hunger for restorative sleep is so strong it’s all I can think about sometimes.
Is there some mutant hormone that parents survive on while their kids are young? Am I just feeling this so hard because I’m 40?
It’s easy to think that everyone else has it easier than you do. But I know that’s not true. Everyone is dealing with something.
I guess the only alternative is to soak up what sleep you can get. And try to be loving and open when you don’t get to sleep any more. After all, the little ones need us to be there for them more than we need the sleep. I’ve got my 60s for that, right?
