Except for when I was in high school and early college, I have always been an “early to bed, early to rise” kind of gal. I loved mornings. I loved going to bed early, getting up before everyone else, and having some time to get ready for the day. Then I had my second baby.
Now, you can’t get me to bed before midnight under any circumstances (ok, I actually fell asleep before midnight on New Years Eve this year. Blame the wine).
Why my sudden change in internal clock?
After a long, hard day of taking care of two kids under two, I need a few hours at the end of the day when I can do whatever I want (usually running or taking a bubble bath) without two tiny people crying, tugging at me, spitting up, throwing things, or, in the case of my almost-two-year-old, purposely hurting himself for attention.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore my boys. I stare at them while they’re sleeping and am (usually) exciting to get them out of bed in the mornings. But I think every mom has felt her stomach drop when she hears her child waking up way too early from nap time. Today, for example, I had a mere 15 minutes with both boys down for their naps. As soon as I got my 4-month-old to bed, my toddler was waking up.
So here it is, 9:30pm…I’m sick, tired, and really in need of some rest. I am, however, fresh out of the tub, sitting in front of the computer, trying to decide what I want to do with these precious moments to myself. Because I know in a mere 9.5 hours I will once again become the sole provider for 50 pounds worth of very demanding little people.
So, sleep? Nah. You can probably catch me on Facebook instead…
