Last night, a friend and I had a conversation about sleep. Like "me-time", a good night's sleep or a restful nap seems to always be on a mother's list. Insomnia is like the new black. And not just the regular old I can't fall asleep. No. Many of us have, what I'd like to call, Self Induced Insomnia. From the minute our feet hit the ground, until the minute our children are tucked into bed, we are on the clock. We are doing what we can, in an allotted amount of time, and it is only after all is settled in the house, that we can even think about ourselves or any pressing projects that need our attention. I told my friend that I have been catching myself, sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring my daughter's ability to drop off whenever its lights out, and wake rested and ready for her day. Even on days that she'd rather stay sleeping than get ready for school, once up, she's UP. Maybe "admire" isn't the right word. I envy her. I want to be able to do that! I want to lay my head on my pillow, without twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable position, one that will smoother my pestering thoughts and support my tired muscles. Why can't I do that? Instead, I'll sit up, laptop on, until 12... 1... 2... 3am, just because, now I can, in peace! Seems like further self sabotage, yet necessary.
I know I'm not, but I need to read you say it. Tell me I'm not the only one.
eu9 thai
5 months ago













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