I wrote this post at 6am this morning.
I am awake.
My son is not. He was awake…for an hour…starting at 5am this morning. When I finally gave in, get up, get myself food/coffee/laptop, I come back in the bedroom and he is dead asleep. This happens ALL THE TIME.
So far in my 3-years of parenting experience, I have found that being sleep deprived and thinking you know what’s going on (when you really don’t), is a shockingly large part of parenting.
I am a little surprised this blog isn’t called: “I hate insomnia: One mother’s journey into loosing her mind”
or “I just want to sleep: One mother’s journey into loosing her mind”
or “Please God Make Them Sleep: One mother’s prayer as she looses her mind.”
…There is theme.
At this point in writing the post I fell asleep next to my laptop.