It’s been noted that I birthed three morning larks and that I’m a night owl. This is a problem. But I have naps. This last quarter, I worked from 8am to 3:30 pm officially. (Unofficially there’s another two hours of grading and planning, and more time on the weekends. Woo) Naps became a problem. I began to go to bed early. Like midnight. Which is like early for me.
But now it’s summer. And I can have naps again! Since I’m up later, and the boys are up earlier. (The sun! It’s up! The day must start NOW!) Oh, but wait. Two boys don’t need naps. They need to read. And one needs to read out loud, so I can make sure he is actually reading. Or the boys need to do their workbooks, if they hadn’t already done them. Or maybe we’re working on a complicated craft. Goodbye, naptime….
Then there are nights like last night.
I crashed early because … ok, fine… I was sleep deprived from the night before. I fell asleep over a book.
Then at 12:15. One. Two. Three boys jumped in my bed. Nightmares. What could I do?
1:15. My God, where’s the AC? Why isn’t it on? I pushed aside two bodies to make room to get out of bed. I stumbled to the thermostat and adjusted it. I stumbled back to my bed and pushed aside bodies to make room. (This is probably where I should’ve carried boys back to sleep, but my brain stops functioning logically after I fall asleep.)
2:15 My God, are there dwarves with pick axes inside my head? I pushed aside two bodies to make room to get out of bed. I stumbled to my bathroom and took pain relievers. I stumbled back into bed and pushed bodies away to make room for myself.
3:15 My God, why must they be glued to me? I need air! I pushed aside two bodies to make a little more room.
Please God, let me sleep.
6:00 GOOD MORNING, MOMMY!!!!
Oh, for the love of God!