Ever since my home was invaded by tiny humans in early 2012, they have managed to take the one thing most vital to life besides water. SLEEP! From the first siege the late nights went from poppin’ bottles into making bottles. Sleeping soundly vanished. As a new parent you are compelled to listen for the faintest of cries from your offspring. The deep confines of REM sleep long forgotten. Nights of revelry and video games (don’t judge me) over. No time to nurse hangovers let alone drinking late and long enough to have one. It was time to man up. Make an espresso and start “adulting”. You will yawn, you will need coffee, tea, 5 hour energy, whatever your poison is. I have seen the memes about people with no kids talking about they are tired. It’s very funny and true. Add a child to your equation and you will know what the true meaning of what tired is. The positive is, once you become a parent now you have the ultimate tardy note. The shit that you used to flock to becomes shit that can wait.
But in that sacrifice you gain a power. You get to tell people that you have been wanting not to hang out with you can’t make it. Kid stuff is now a legit reason. You can leave pretty much any event you want at any time. The lack of sleep will force you to schedule and prioritize days, hours, even minutes. As the little invaders grow older weeknights do become easier. Routines are set in place. You find a groove with your family almost like gelling key players of a sports team. Do not be fooled, they will still rule your weekends with an iron first. You will have hell waking them for school until its Saturday morning. Bright and early before the sun is up, you can bet your bedroom door will be graced with their presence. Early morning whimpering of “can we watch shows?” Soon to be followed by “I’m hungry.” Good Lord, child, it’s 6am on a Saturday eat your fingernails.
Apparently, some doctors did a study and showed that women need more sleep than men. So because of that I normally find myself up starting my day before everyone. Sheba, our new puppy is my shadow, so as soon as she hears me make a move it’s go time. Spot, our other dog, keeps night watch with our eldest son in the other room. As soon as he hears Sheba and I awake he’s off duty. Thanks to my new Fitbit this is where my first 100 steps start. I also get to look on my phone and see just how little sleep I actually got. If you follow my Instagram or Twitter then you know I cook, so the boys won’t be dining on fingernails for long.
Once you get over the groggy mornings and take espresso shots to the head like an Italian made man, you start to see the beauty of the morning. While weekday mornings are hectic, it’s a well-crafted dance. The week mornings occasionally are peaceful. The excitement of my kids knowing they are about to eat awesome pancakes puts them at ease. The trance of the TV. Sharing the art that is 80’s & 90’s cartoons and Bill Nye the Science guy. These are priceless moments. Plus I loved these shows when I was a kid and still enjoy them. Nothing like looking over to see your kid’s mouth gaped wide open sucking up every animated moment of Voltron.
I know we all love our beds. Some of you have memory foam or sleep numbers, and I envy you. We have an old California King that our baby takes over almost every night. Sheba sleeps at the foot and move throughout the night. People, sleep is very important at night. Nothing can replace it. But remember this. Napping is the shit!