Its 5 a.m. and both kids are awake. I play dead as long as I can and hope they wont figure out its all a hoax. I hear a huge box of legos being dumped out all the way down the hallway and I know it has turned into a now or never situation. I don’t want any other toys to make an appearance before the sun comes up so I take my first step on to the corner of a red lego. I run down the hall way as if I am running across burning coals. I see my beautiful, perky children sitting in a pile of every toy they own and I smile. I’m tired.
I miss my sleep. I feel like she left me and I never got to say goodbye. Of course I was told by others that I should catch up on sleep before baby comes but I was positive my children would be awesome and fall asleep on command. I figured I like to sleep so why wouldn’t my children?
The day we brought our daughter home and through the door, is the same day my sleep jumped on the back of a sheep and ran on out. Scarlet was a great sleeper as a baby. Well great when compared to other children’s sleeping patterns but that didn’t mean I was thrilled that I got to sleep in till 4 a.m. I am the woman that needs at least 10 hours of sleep to function at normal capacity and I wasn’t even coming close to that. As we finally got our daughter to sleep through the entire night and I saw my sleep peering at me through the window, I got pregnant with our son.
My husband and I agreed that when he didn’t have to wake up and go to work, he would get up half the time with the babies. Yes we can all swoon at my amazing husband. I was so tired that I didn’t play fair, every time a child would wake, I would kick my husband and tell him it was his turn. He would roll out of bed and do the zombie walk to one of the kids rooms. Even though I was manipulating my way to sleep on the weekends, I never woke up with that “oh my gosh I feel so amazing” feeling.
My kids are slightly older now and have picked up the habit of waking up at 5 a.m. I have come to the awful conclusion that 10 hours of sleep is a distant memory. I’ll probably always be tired but there is one shining thought that comes to my mind. Someday my children will be teenagers and they will want to sleep in and when that moment comes, I will want to vacuum the house, learn to sing opera and play jacks with my husband right in front of their doors, at 5 a.m. in the morning.