I used to have a great relationship with sleep. The only thing that really got in the way was work and the incessant beeping of the dam alarm each morning ordering me out of bed. I loved sleep. I wish we never broke up. Unfortunately cracks started forming in our relationship when I got pregnant and I was too exhausted to try and fix our relationship.
It started out slowly with subtle changes. I started waking up early. For some reason my body (and baby) wanted to be up bright and early in the morning. I don't know why, it's not like she could see the sunrise from inside my womb. Little did I know how many hours early mornings and I would spend together in the future. I've never been a morning person and I'm still not (yes I can hear you all asking "so why did you have a baby.."). As it turns out some of the
lectures advice people gave me before birth turned out to be true. I should've tried to nap a lot more in those weeks pre-baby.
Once bub came along my relationship with sleep reached breaking point. There were way too many cracks, it was irreparable. In fact I think sleep cheated on me with T because they certainly spent a lot more time together than we did. Needless to say we pretty much broke up straight away. Although if sleep ever comes crawling back and asks to be forgiven I just might be weak enough to resume our relationship.
This is pretty much how our nights go now....
I'm pretty sure T's still having an affair with my beloved sleep.
Anyone else relate?
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