It's Lori here from Random Ramblings of SAHM. I have infiltrated Lucy's blog for the day to bring you my fabulousness guest-posty-ness.
And I'm going to do something horrible.
Mothers of small children, brace yourselves. This isn't going to be pretty.
I'm just wondering if you remember something from back in the day.
Maybe not, it was a long time ago.
But does anyone remember sleeping in....?
No leaping out of bed at full sprint to race a toddler to the toilet. No breastfeeding a baby. No children jumping up and down on your legs, stomach, face or nether regions. No waking up before a reasonable, civilized hour. Like 7am. Ahh, bliss.
Oh, it hurts doesn't it? I apoligise. I know, I feel your pain. I remember it too. Just vaguely. I'm sure it wasn't a hallucination. There is evidence, in that at least my Man remembers those days too.
*ahem* Excuse me, I got a little off track there. But as you may have guessed, one of the parts of the BC (Before Children) that I miss the most is sleep. Long, uninterrupted periods of gratuitous, dreamless, peaceful sleep.
I've been chronically sleep deprived for the better part of three years now.
So is it any surprise that my favorite time of day is... well.. bedtime? Not even my kid's bedtime, but my bedtime?
That's bad, I know. And I have a sinking feeling that Lucy and Sarah are going to answer this question with something cool like "Playtime" or "craft time" or "story time", and I'll sit here in my uncool corner and feel all uncool.
Hey, but this cool! Bed from BusyBoo
But I just can't help it. Heaven knows I love my little darlings and they mean the world to me. But I hark for the familiar softness of my bed, with the Man bed-hogging and snoring next to me, where I can just be still and not use any energy and just have a think around in my own head for a bit.
For at least two blessed hours in a row before one of the little angels wake me up again. Some nights, if I'm really lucky, I get four hours consecutive sleep. Huzzah!!
Maybe, sometime in the very un-near future, I will have reduced my sleep debt to a manageable amount and other parts of my day will start to appear just as appealing as sliding myself into bed.
Or, you know, maybe not.