This plus that equals…. the rules of sleep
Here’s the latest instalment in my series of posts all about what makes our lives here at home tick. This week is all about the rules of sleep. And the rules are simple. You will get none.
You have nowhere to be and a genuine chance of a lay in
Nope. No you don’t. You may have managed to arrange a weekend day when no one needs to go to work, to a club, to anywhere. You have carefully arranged diaries so that this momentous day can finally arrive. No alarms are set. You are due a lay in.
You are so comfy on a sprung mattress, warm and cosy, everything planned to facilitate sleep.
But nope. Your kid will be up at 6am regardless. If you’re really lucky the day will start with a 5 leading that time.
If it’s not a kid waking you it’ll be your husband
You spent all day making sure you thoroughly exhaust the children in your life. This in turn means you are shattered, but it will be worth it.
All that fresh air. All that crafting. All that hide and seek. That means sleep.
So it’s 6am and no one has stirred until an obnoxiously loud alarm goes off. Oh yeah, you’d forgotten your other half was playing golf bright an early. But the alarm hardly affects him, he set it a good 30 minutes earlier than needed as he was never planning to get up straight away after it went off any way. You on the other hand are awake now, oh, oh, and there we have it, the child is up too.
Your mind is your own worst enemy
Your brain is your alarm clock. It’s set to wake up before the children. Every. Single. Day.
It doesn’t even matter if they aren’t there, you will wake up at the same godawful time of day, every day.
But don’t worry if your internal alarm fails you there is the back-up of the constant worries and anxiety to keep you from going to sleep in the first place. That’s fun.
If the child does sleep, you worry
I literally start to worry if he’s not up by 6am. 6.30am and I’ll be checking on him. 7am and I’m ready to call an ambulance.
I was actually chatting about this with a friend today, when it comes to L I have to modes. Totally chilled or doomsday. Nothing in between.
Regardless, I’m awake!
You have somewhere to be
It seems the only time L sleeps in is when we have somewhere to go.
Leaving for holiday and want to get ahead of the traffic. He will sleep for England.
It’s not even limited to the morning. We were meeting friends the other afternoon, he fell asleep in the car at 3pm. Ended up sitting in the car for ages, as low and behold, his friend had done the same. It’s like they know!
This badly timed sleep is of no help to me though, none.
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