My brain is in such a fog. No doubt from the lack of sleep last night. I pray and beg for my youngest son to sleep peacefully through the night. I could count on both hands the number of times he has slept through the night. Hmmmmmmmm... about 10-12 times in the last 28 months. He has some pretty wild dreams, talking in his sleep almost continuously.
My whole family talks in their sleep!!!!
My husband is quick to point out that I elegantly grind my teeth. I always respond "yes, because I'm stressed from not getting any sleep from the rest of you waking me up." I think that's a legitimate excuse.
I can't help it. I miss my sleep. Boy, do I miss my sleep. I never had a problem with my first son. He pretty much slept through the night right from the beginning. Talk about a blessing. But now I seem to be paying for it.
So I'm missing out on a lot of dreams which I mentioned before is where I get a lot of my messages from the Universe.
Even right now, I'm waiting with little expectation for him to finally relax enough to fall asleep but he's chattering away to himself, not taking a break. As for myself, I'm writing this down, instead of laying my own head on a pillow. What's the point in the long run if he's not going to sleep. There's no point in me even attempting to relax.
While I'm stuck outside the land of Nod with double doses of caffeine which don't seem to be working. I pray, once again, for a good night's sleep tonight.
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