Big T just falls asleep wherever he is. Hubby's kind of like this too. When he puts his head down on his pillow at night, he's out what seems like a minute later...or he's ignoring me...hmmmmmm.
I don't have this luxury. In fact, I would say that sleep and I have a love/hate relationship. I want it, yet I don't. Ever heard the saying "You can sleep when you're dead?" Yah, that's me. I've uttered those words. Being a mom is so much about being there for others, that when night finally arrives and my itty-bitties lay down their sweet heads, I don't want my "me" time to be unconscious. So I basically fight sleep like the plague or like a 2-1/2 year old. (No offense, Little K)
But I'm coming to the realization the older I get that I LOVE sleep! It's all about sleep and I want it! Since becoming a mom, however, I've denied it so much that now actually wanting it, it's not letting me have it. Pay back's a bitch.
So here I am with my tail between my legs, making my official apology to sleep:
Sleep, I'm sorry. I was wrong to deny you, to think you aren't important. I didn't mean to neglect you and I hope you will forgive me. I like you. I really do. I know you're just wanting me to feel good, look good and be a happier mom. So please accept my apology and in future I promise to appreciate you and even fight for you. This may take a little time, however, so i hope you'll be patient with me I realize that as I am writing this, the boys are napping and I should be as well, but as another saying goes: "Rome wasn't built in a day" and this may apply to me as I get used to it all. When there's so much to do and so few hours in a day, it will be a challenge to fit you in, but I vow to try. So here's to us, Sleep. You and me. Together we'll be unstoppable!