“Sleep is a naturally recurring state characterized by reduced or absent consciousness, relatively suspended sensory activity, and inactivity of nearly all voluntary muscles.”
Oh, is that what that means? I wouldn’t know.
Since I’ve returned to my full time job (about 6 months ago), I have been deprived of sleep, or anything that resembles sleep. My schedule is jam-packed from 6:30am until 11:30pm, and the 7 hours in between are eaten up by thoughts of things I should have done during my busy day, work issues and projects, and kids waking up and wanting my undivided attention. So how long can I go without any semblance of rest?
I can remember a time in my life when I thought I was so busy. When I was working a 9-5 job, and had to worry about feeding myself. A time when I would sleep in on weekends until 2pm, and then worry about where to go for brunch that would still serve coffee and eggs. I’d love to have a conversation with that younger me. “Bee-” I would say. “You need to take more pictures of your tight face, close ups of your youthful eyes and colourful complexion. You will miss these features when you’ve had children and have returned to work. You need to sleep until 3pm, eat a ton, and then go back to bed and sleep some more!”
I would also like to go back in time and have a conversation with myself when I was pregnant with my first child. “LISTEN to the advice of other moms!” I would say while shaking my plump little pregger body. “Sleep NOW, and sleep when the baby sleeps for the love of God.” Why I didn’t take that advice when I was pregnant with my second, I will never truly understand.
When my children are fully grown, I would like to saunter into their cozy bedrooms when they have drifted deeply into dreamland. I would like to stand with my face 2 inches from their faces, and start talking to them at my highest volume, repeating the same 2-3 words over and over again while prying their eyelids open with my fingertips – until they are fully awake. Then I would like to wait until they have fallen back asleep, and then do it all over again. Every hour until the sun rises. Is it wrong for me to think this way? I blame it on the sleep deprivation.
After 8 nights in a row of 2-3 hours of sleep, I’ve lost my mind and all patience. I’ve decided to cry it out. And the toddler can cry it out too! Ferber needs to hook a mommy up with some new sleep techniques.