on 03 April 2008

My family is conspiring against me.

All I want is to sleep. That's it. Seems pretty simple, right? I come home at night, we make dinner, we eat dinner, we clean up, I pack lunches for the following day and generally, I head to bed.

Bed Sweet Bed. Bed Glorious Bed. Bed where there are no tight waist bands, or bras required of me. Bed where I can let my hair down and wear no make-up. Bed where I can have soft lighting and fluffy pillows and flannel in abundance. Bed with good books and peace and quiet.

Sleep is not something that comes easily for me. The Husband can turn his brain off and be asleep, quite literally in moments. Me? We're talking an hour. At least. And that's not including things like making sure the room is absolutely dark and my white noise is playing and I'm just warm enough without being hot and I can roll around in bed without CATS laying on top of me and and and.

So we got home yesterday and ate dinner and cleaned up and packed lunches and I headed to bed. I read for a while and turned off the light and eventually, fell asleep.

Woke up at midnight to bathroom.

Woke up at 3am with cats fighting and then to bathroom again.

The Husband's FIRST alarm went off at 4am. Me? Awake. Him? not so much.

The Husband's SECOND alarm went off at 5am. Me? STILL AWAKE. Him? Sort of.

At this point I'm getting mad. The Agnes is mauling me trying to get me to wake up and PET HER for crying out loud. The boy is now awake and churning ice cream out of my insides. The Husband is barely awake but I'm starting to smack him into consciousness so he's getting there.

I get up to bathroom again and go back to bed, very much in a huff.

The Husband gets up to work on homework that's due on Friday and he's still insisting that when the alarm went off at 4am he was diligently trying to keep the Agnes off of me. I remain doubtful of this assertion as he was SNORING at 4 am.

I am rapidly reaching that point of pregnancy hysteria where if I don't get some decent sleep soon I'm going to to cry about it because all I ever wanted in the whole world was ONE decent night's sleep! WAH!

First person to tell me that, "this is all preparation for having children who will NEVER let me sleep ever, especially at the beginning"--I am going to set you on fire WITH MY MIND!


Jeff said...

I was going to say something to you about this one, but the fear of a being set on fire by your mind is scary... mostly because if there was anyone that could do it, it would be you...

Instead, I will just add my condolences... I know what you are talking about. I remember it too... every time we have had a baby... :)

Love ya sis. :) Hang in there.

Whimsy said...

I'm here to say that the pregnancy lack of sleep (HORROR) is night and day different from the baby lack of sleep. No fire-setting is required.


Katrina said...

I think the whole ridiculous argument that lack of sleep in pregnancy is preparation for when the baby is waking up all the time is absolutely ludicrous. I think it is just one of nature's cruel cruel jokes. Pregnant women should be getting EXTRA good sleep in preparation for that baby! How did evolution go so wrong?

Sarah said...

Oh sleep, how I love it. And I hate the "it's just preparation" thing. With newborn baby you will get lots of nappage, and that's a good thing. (Clarification: Nappage in bed sweet bed, not nappage on your head.) Yes, I am a big believer in the whole "when baby sleeps, you sleep" philosophy. Those dishes can (and will) wait.