
It's late. I'm really tired but I can't go to sleep. I have just realised that I haven't really had a good night's sleep since, well, since the kids were born. Why? Because I jump up to check on them whenever they cry in the night, or call out in their dreams. Always, I am there, hovering, patting them, soothing them back to sleep. It's been 9 years since I started this night-time duty and with a one year old in the household - it looks like it will be another 9 years before I can step down from this voluntary position. If I ever sleep through a cry in the night, it simply means that I am too exhausted to hear them and when I do hear about it later on in the day - I feel terribly guilty. Times like these that I wish I could be more like my husband - he can sleep with a baby screaming in his face. Funny thing is, when the kids sleep over at my parents' place - I close my eyes and try to sleep with no success. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the rustle of leaves outside the window and even doors closing two houses down. I may ask my GP to give me some sleeping pills so that I can just fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow (will make sure that I only use then when the kids are having a sleep over though) Old habits die hard. Can't wait for the day when I can sleep through the night.
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