Sweet Sleep

February 15, 2012 § 7 Comments

I fell asleep at 6:30 last night in between the girls with my body teetering on top of the crack that separates their pushed together full-sized beds. I knew it was going to happen. There would be no time for television or Internet surfing, Skyping my sister or talking with my husband. There was nothing more important or necessary than sleep.

Sleep gets a bad wrap. I’ve heard it said, “You don’t need to sleep, you can sleep when you’re dead!” Once, I had a heated conversation about a friend who did, “Nothing but sleep,” when really she was just an exhausted mom whose time in peaceful slumber was her only opportunity to give back to herself.

Why are folks so hard on something so important? I’m no sleep expert, but I know that it rejuvenates the body and the mind.

It makes sense that people who are struggling with difficulties in their life want to sleep, to escape from realities that might be too hard to manage. What’s wrong with that? If it’s something they need, isn’t it better than acting out, than being cruel out of exhaustion, frustration or anger?

And when we sleep, we dream, giving our subconscious the time and space to work stuff out.

I had a dream last night about an old boyfriend. He was sweetness and light until his friends showed up and then decided to ditch me to go sky diving. Whether or not he had a parachute remained to be seen, though I sort of hoped he didn’t. He didn’t kiss me goodbye as he walked out the door and I promptly went to his room to collect my bits of clothes that had been left there. My wedding dress was hanging in the closet, which I tossed over my arm as I made my escape. I hurried to my car where I met my sister cousin and our third musketeer, Kirtsen. We piled in and drove to a shoe store where we tried on beach flip flops and agreed that it was a good thing for me to leave. It was up in the air whether or not I’d go back.

It may seem to some like I dreamed a whole lot of nonsense, but it actually sums up a lot about me; my never-ending confusion about relationships, about men, my wedding dress representing where I am now, my friends whom I miss, shopping (quite possibly my actual first love), and my need for new flip flops (they stretch out you know).

This morning as I began to wake with four pokey feet pressed underneath me for warmth, I felt better than I have in days. The exhaustion of last night has been replaced with new energy for a new day.

I am going to need it. There are eight miles to run. The girls need to be driven to pre-school. I will shower and try to look half decent before returning to pick them up. We have a birthday party tonight, a cake to decorate and dinner to be bought and prepared. There will be laundry to wash (there is always laundry to wash), though folding will not be happening with everything else on the agenda (that’s what the laundry bed is for). At some point, little bodies will need to be bathed and a playroom that looks like a cyclone hit it hard must be tidied. The poor playroom; always last on the list.

The most important element is that there will be a smile on my face while I do it all today, which was missing yesterday. I tried to mask the exhaustion with sugar and near constant grazing when what I really needed was a good long rest.

Sleep equals rest, which equals energy, that equals a happier mom and ultimately a happy everyone else.

Hear hear to that!

Sweet Sweet Sisters Asleep!

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§ 7 Responses to Sweet Sleep

  • auntieket says:

    Hear hear! So envious of people who can sleep, anywhere anytime and for long uninterrupted stretches. Sounds like your batteries are re-charged and your day is full. It’s all good. xoxo

  • kim says:

    Wish Peachie a wonderful birthday! I miss you and love you and am so glad that the three of us got to go shopping, if only in your dreams! I need a little Darda and Kirsten time! We should make that happen! You will most definitely be in mine tonight! So loving your blog, it makes me feel less disconnected. xoxoxoxox

  • recipeforabeautifullife says:

    There is almost nothing I love more than sleep (shopping, husband, dog are all kind of tied). I’d go to bed at 9:30 every night if it weren’t for my husband who thinks it’s some sort of weekness to want/need a lot of sleep. So I stay up, and I enjoy our time together, but I hate being tired! Glad you got some rest!

    • Running in Mommyland says:

      My husband think the same thing! Silly guys! I wonder if there is a study out there about women needing more sleep. Maybe the more testosterone in a person the less they need it! Anyway, thanks for the comment!

  • Tammy says:

    A great post about one of my most favorite pasttimes….sleep!! And that picture is absolutely priceless….how sweet!!

  • Such an adorable picture of your girls sleeping. I love when they snuggle up and wrap their arms around each other or you. I hear you on the sleep and I’m glad you got some much needed rest. I need to go to sleep earlier but have found myself staying up later as that’s the only peaceful time in the house and when I actually can get some stuff done. A slippery slope. But when I do go to sleep early, it’s inevitable that one of the kids will wake up yelling about something about half an hour after I fall asleep. Then it’s impossible for me to fall back asleep. Vicious cycle!

  • kaitwatts says:

    UM, how stinkin’ cute is that picture? Sleep is so important to me. I have no problem giving myself sleep and ignoring others. Those close to me come to accept that sleep is muy importante.

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