what is sleep?

I used to love sleep.  I think most of us do at some point or other in our lives.  But I REALLY loved it.  Cherished it.  Reveled in it.  You get the picture.

And then came children.  I know, I know.  I was warned.  Often.  By well-meaning friends and evil-chuckling know-it-all’s.  I didn’t really understand what it meant to “not sleep.”  It’s like having children; until you walk through it, you just don’t understand and it cannot be explained. 

And then came…

no…not a large sleep-stealing horse, but…

6 children and 11 years of “not sleep.”   **sigh**

I have several children who are morning people.  They jump out of bed and want to discuss metaphysics and Einstein and why they can’t have a treat at 5 am.  I also have a grumpy morning child.  I almost prefer her morning crabbiness because at least I can relate to it.

My children are slowly learning to walk gently around Mom in the morning.  “Are you awake yet, Mom?”  (backing away slowly from the snarling monster that is hovering over her cup of coffee as if the steam rising from it will provide life and less wrinkles under her puffy, sleep-starved eyes)

I used to love changing the clocks back in the fall and getting that extra hour of sleep!  Oh the glorious intelligence that created that idea!  Oh the long , dreamy, extra sleep!  

Right. 

I try to be happy for others enjoying their extra indulgence.  I try to be thankful that I have the ability to be awake and alive and in cozy pj’s and smartwool socks…even if it is at 5 am.  I do try.

And then I remember the spring when everyone “springs forward.”  And everyone loses an hour of sleep.  And my puffy eyes brighten just a bit.  The world seems to shift a little fairer on its axle.  And I take a big breath…and reach for another cup of coffee.

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