Just one minute longer, I tell myself. Please God let me sleep a few minutes more . . . I’ll get there some day.
When I was in college, I slept like a baby. And by that I mean, the world revolved around me. Around my time table. There was no such thing as waking up in the middle of the night. Unless, of course, I satisfied my craving for Jack in the Box at 2:00am.
Infant cries and on-demand feedings were not on the periphery.
Looking back, I wish I took advantage of this free gift. If only I weren’t so reckless. I had no idea that parents across the globe desperately yearned for sleep.
I know I didn’t give you the respect you deserved when I was younger. But I love you now.
These days trying to get three consecutive hours with a newborn is an impossible feat. Here’s a list of things NO SLEEP has made me do:
- Found the carton of milk in the freezer.
- Went through self checkout without my wallet.
- Made coffee using a filter but forgot to add the grinds.
- Melted two Dr. Brown’s bottles on the stove. Expensive mistake.
- Put body wash in my hair instead of shampoo.
- Ran the washing machine without detergent.
- Slept with my contacts. This hurt.
- Left my keys in the car door till it was time to pick up my daughter from school.
- Got in the shower with my bra on.
- Misplaced a bag of live crickets my husband was to supposed to feed our gecko Har Har.
It’s bad. I probably shouldn’t leave the house anymore.
What’s the craziest thing you’ve done while sleep deprived? Would you prefer a nap over nutella?