At this present season of my life, sleep is a precious commodity which is in tremendously short supply for me. I am currently (just barely) surviving on a sleep deficit one day at a time. How I long for just one night of respite to have at least six hours of continuous unbroken sleep. I am begging for one night, please. Just ONE night would make all the difference, I’m sure.
I came across this article on the myth on the eight-hour sleep...
“...Historian Roger Ekirch of Virginia Tech published a seminal paper, drawn from 16 years of research, revealing a wealth of historical evidence that humans used to sleep in two distinct chunks... a first sleep which began about two hours after dusk, followed by waking period of one or two hours and then a second sleep. During this waking period people were quite active. They often got up, went to the toilet or smoked tobacco and some even visited neighbours. Most people stayed in bed, read, wrote and often prayed...”
I for one think that ‘the myth of the eight-hour sleep’ is a myth in itself today. But maybe it’s simply because at the moment I am not given a choice: There is a great difference between waking up in a leisurely fashion in the middle of the night (preferably on a Saturday) and stretching your arms back pondering happily what you’d like to do, VERSUS having your gritty eyes painfully forced open at the sound of the baby monitor blaring loudly in one’s ear.
They say one should treasure every single moment of parenthood. EVERY single moment. Seriously? That too is a myth. There are plenty of moments of parenting that I truly treasure. But lack of sleep is really not one of them.
Yes, I know the years are short. I know this velvety milky baby smell will not last forever. I know my little ones will soon grow out of their little-ness all too soon. And I know the magic of their pure sweet innocence will someday fade away. I know.
But is it okay if I simply do not want to savour this feeling of sleep deprivation? In the end the image this bleary-eyed woman with dark shadows under her eyes staring back at me in the mirror will eventually be forgotten. And all I will remember are just the good ones.
For now, this is what I want most in the world: Sleep. Six hours of it. All in one go. That’s all.
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