If you could put one thing under the Christmas tree this year, what would it be?
I just want sleep. 10 hours. Every night till I feel restored.
Getting enough sleep is the key to me functioning as a parent. I’m grumpy without. For a good couple of hours. Or more.
My son has cottoned on to that as well. A couple of days ago when I really couldn’t move at 7pm, he and daddy snuck out, and I heard his whisper : ‘ let’s close the door to the bathroom, daddy, so mummy can sleep.’
I know he is exhausted from a long and seasonally dark term. So am I. So is daddy.
After four years with us, our son still wakes on average 4 times a night, and calls for me. ‘Mummy, I’m scared.’ ‘Mummy, can you come to my bed? It’s dark.’ ‘Mummy, it’s dark.’ ‘Mummy, I think it it is getting light now.’ ‘Mummy….?’ ‘Mummy??!’ ‘Mummy, can we get up know?’
There are periods when he sleeps through til 6. But it’s been some months now since we had that luck.
We’ve been working hard a teaching him to snuggle in bed. And now he will come to our bed around 5.30/6am where he will have a good long quietly snuggle. He may count his fingers or sing a little song. But it is mostly snuggling.
I am very grateful for that. Very.
But I want more.
Please Santa, give me sleep. Dreamless and deep, restful and restorative sleep. Bring me peaceful sleep.
Snow would help. The world is so quiet …… wrapped crisp cold and fluffy white.
But really… sleep is all I dream of.
Love,
a mummy
