Day 143: Sleep is certainly not a guarantee as a parent but I don’t half suffer if I don’t get a solid night’s kip. Captain Obvious, eh?!
I speak to friends who play computer games until 2/3am and are still up for work the next morning. Couldn’t do it myself. Some of them even have kids! Since becoming a Dad in 2015 sleep has become something which I treat as a bonus as opposed to a given. I’m sure most parents can relate. I remember really struggling when my first born was a baby to the point my mental health dipped massively and it was to do with broken sleep. I dreaded night times because something I’d always had a guarantee of (a solid 7-8 hours sleep) was no longer happening regularly. As other parents will agree with, children go through peaks and troughs when it comes to sleep and I’m not saying my two daughters never sleep well through the night because they can and they have but if we look at right now for example – my 6yr old is going through a period of anxious behaviour and bedtime has regressed with her. She wants me or her Mammy in her room with her until she falls asleep. Our 2yr old is just a typical 2yr old – teething, adjusting and some nights just being a little shit.
I found this poem from youthedaddy.co.uk that I think sums up the joys of parenting and sleep perfectly…
Too tired to wash.
Too tired to function.
Too knackered to see past this new baby junction.
Too tired to read.
Too tired to write.
Just dreaming that one day they’ll sleep through the night.
Too tired to cook.
Too tired to eat.
When life is just swaddle, pat, shush on repeat.
Too tired to iron.
Too tired to clean.
Two sunken black holes where my eyes once had been.
Too tired to listen.
Too tired to speak.
No clue how we’ll possibly get through the week.
Too tired to work.
Too tired to think.
This zonked zombie life has me right on the brink.
Too tired to argue.
Too tired to fight.
Tiptoeing around, scared to turn on the light.
Too tired to hug.
Too tired to kiss.
With sleep so damn precious, we’ll give sex a miss.
Too tired to laugh.
Too tired to cry.
Just so fucking tired I think I might die.
On a brighter note I do look forward to the day that my children head off to Uni, Prison or their own new home and I can enjoy the luxury of sitting watching rubbish TV from 5pm, decide when I eat, move and go to bed. And wake up after a solid 7-8 hours. In the meantime it’s all about the coffee, the sense of humour and the ‘love for our kids’ that will get me and maybe you through