|Can't hardly believe my little girl is turning 12.|
There was time in my life, when I could fall asleep on a picket fence and in a matter of minutes. But not anymore. Now I lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, praying that maybe, just maybe, I can close my eyes and fall asleep even if it's only for an hour or two. What changed? Why can't I fall asleep and stay asleep? I have come up with a theory why.
|Don't get me wrong. Every single one of those sleep deprived nights, were well worth it.|
|We always manage to fit in a laugh|
My sleeping habits for the first half of my life were healthy and normal. But that was all BK (before kids). It seems to me that all the years of forcing my self to stay awake when my girls were babies, night after night after night, disrupted my sleep patterns greatly. I can't seem to relax my body or my mind long enough, to actually fall asleep. It does something to you, when you are all relaxed and comfortable and just falling into a nice, deep sleep and then WAAAAAA! WAAAAA! Boom. Snap. Your eyes pop open and your heart starts racing and you jump up out of bed in the dark, usually banging into something like the edge of the dresser with your knee and then your cussing and rushing to the babies' room and by that time your nightgown is soaked because your boobs are leaking like crazy and then by the time you feed the baby, burp her and lay her back down and get her to go back to sleep, you are now fully and completely awake.
At first, when I just had Faith, I tried going right back to sleep. I really did. But less than a year later I had Farrah and I had the pleasure of repeating the whole nighttime scenario I just explained to you, times two. And another eighteen months after that, along came my Franchesca. At this point in motherhood, at least for me, once I was up, I was up. There was no going back. Although my babies have all grown up, my sleep patterns have remained, irreparably broken.
We have a bit of a running joke in our house that goes something like this: Dad fights in his sleep, Daughter #1 walks in her sleep, Daughter #2 farts ridiculously loud in her sleep, Daughter #3 laughs and giggles in her sleep and Mom, well, Mom just NEVER sleeps. Ha.
This evening, I have already resigned myself to the fact that I will be pulling an all-nighter. It has always struck me as funny, that these events are called "sleep" overs, since no form of sleep is ever encouraged or happens at them, at all. And God forbid you are the one who falls asleep first! I can almost guarantee that unfortunate person will fall victim to all kinds of mischief. You know, like squirting shaving cream on the victim's hand and then tickling their face or having a mustache and funny eyebrows drawn on them with marker while they snore away obliviously....there are so many more but that's all my sleep-deprived brain can come up with right now.
How about you? Is it hard for you to fall asleep? Have you ever been the unfortunate one who fell asleep first at an all-nighter? What kind of mayhem and mischief have you experienced or got up to at sleep-over parties? Have any suggestions for us tonight? :)
|This is one of my favorite pictures of my three girls, from back in the day.|