Someday My Sleep Will Come...

Sleep. Is it overrated? Do we really need as much of it as we think we do? Or have we become a lazy society where sleep is more of a luxury than we take it for? I'm not entirely sure, but I miss it nonetheless. I notice the tell tale signs of black that have slowly become more obvious underneath my tired eyes. I told my friend earlier today, that I haven't slept through the night since I was pregnant with Alex. Even then, I didn't sleep through the night due to early A.M. bladder calls. Alex is actually not as much of a problem these days. I had my massive sleep battles with him and was hoping that Abby would skip that nasty little blip in the radar. Apparently my hope failed me yet again. Figures. Hope, it seems, can be overrated as well.

These days, Abby is the cause for my nighttime battles. I've mentioned it before, but her latest case of croup caused the worst of it. Now that she feels like she has to be with me 24/7 (literally), I get very little sleep at night. REM sleep isn't even an option anymore. I believe that part of my dilemma is that Alex and Abby have to share a room. I would let her cry...or rather scream...it out, but it wakes Alex up and then he starts screaming as well. So then I have not one, but two kids screaming and wanting to sleep in bed with me. Just FYI, a queen size bed does not fit four people easily. Especially when two of them are prone to rolling and kicking constantly. So I am forced to go rescue miss Abby from her woeful nighttime fits. She also has taken to throwing herself back from a standing position and bonking her head on the rails. Naturally, this only prompts her to an even larger scream fest. I've spent most of my nights going from my bed, to the kids floor, to the couch, to the rocking chair. My back is so thrown out of whack now that I can hardly stand up straight without feeling the aches and pains radiate up and down my body. My friend suggests that I move her to the laundry room, but in fear of her being infested with brown recluses, I simply won't even try that. So I suppose that when they are older, (you know...ten, twelve...twenty-five...*sigh*) I won't have to worry about my sleepless nights. It's getting hard to drag myself out of bed these days, but I manage it even on the hardest nights. Here's hoping that my kiddos finally figure out that sleep is a lovely thing...in their own bed. Until then, I will simply continue to 'hope' that someday, my sleep will come.