There were a lot of things I didn't appreciate in my younger days. I didn't appreciate my wrinkle free skin or my flat stomach. I didn't appreciate my ability to eat anything and not gain any weight. (Those days are O-VER.) Most of all, I didn't appreciate my ability to sleep when I wanted. Tired on a Saturday? Take a nap! Feel like sleeping in? Go ahead! Oh, how recklessly I wasted my opportunities to sleep! How carelessly I tossed aside a suggestion to "get some rest" or "take a nap." The current me wants to go back and yell at the 20-something me, "You fool!! Sleep!"
I feel like I will never catch up on sleep. I am obsessed with it. E still gets up a few times a night, or more, because of teething. L is still adjusting to his new room and has been waking me up by coming to the side of the bed and handing me his pj bottoms and his diaper. At 5am. I feel like I am swinging back and forth on an endless ride of exhaustion, coffee and sugar. I want to get off. I want both kids to sleep so that I can sleep. I hear about people whose kids sleep. Who are they? How does this happen? Being this tired is like having super PMS. It makes you emotional and irrational. I don't want to get all political, but sleep deprivation is torture, people. If they need my kids at Gitmo, we may be able to work something out. One week with my little angels and those terrorists will sing like canaries.