Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Dreaming of Sleep

Sleep is a funny thing. Some people pray for it, some give advice about it, some take medication for it and others take it for granted.

When I was in college, I survived many days on only 2-3 hours of sleep. I was working 2 jobs at the time and it was a pretty regular thing for me to work an evening shift, get off work at 11pm, return home and study and hit the sack at 2 or 3 am. Then I'd get up at 5am and restart the entire process.

The funny thing is, I can't do that anymore. On the mornings I wake with very minimal sleep (2-4 hours) I spend the entire day in a "funk" that I can't seem to shake. I'm more clumsy, can't think clearly and spend most of my time staring blankly into space until one of my children bring me back to reality.

I was looking at Annabel today and it really hit me. Back when Arwen was a baby, I could handle the lack of sleep better. I'm sure it had alot to do with being able to nap with her as she was the first child but also I seemed to be able to function at a normal level. With each child it has become more and more difficult to welcome each day if I don't get enough rest. I've actually been so tired I've fallen asleep while sitting at the table for breakfast.

I really, really hope I don't look as bad as I feel. It might give the neighborhood children nightmares.