I've never been this tired for this many consecutive months in my life.
Even in college, when my nights were spent in clubs and at parties... *cough* I mean, when I was up late studying, I still managed to sneak in weekend long sleepfests and recover.
When you have a 1 year old in your life, sleepfests are no longer an option.
Baby boy needs 6 hours of sleep each night to function.
I need 8.5.
That 2.5 hour disconnect reduces my brain function to... to... I can't even think of something because my brain quit.
I was told babies like sleeping. I'd punch the person who told me that but... I can't remember who it was. Heck, I can't remember my kid's name... or mine... most of the time.
On Sunday, my sister-in-law, who has no children, was talking about how she has been sleeping until 9:30 or 10 each day. I found myself hanging on every word.
"OK, so you put on pajamas, you crawl into bed, and you fall asleep. How does that feel? Do you get to sleep the whole night? What does sleeping past 5 AM feel like? What's it like to not be tired?" I quizzed dreamily.
Forget '50 Shades of Grey' or 'Magic Mike'. Sleeping is my fantasy.