I am coming up to the year and a half mark of little or no sleep. When I do sleep it is only a few hours at a time and let me tell you I am a woman who needs her sleep. I love sleep. I love the way it feels to wake up after a full 8 to 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I love the way it feels to have enough rem sleep. I love being able to remember even a few of my dreams, well at least for a few minutes.
I dream about being able to sleep for more than two hours at a time. I marvel at how amazing even three hours feels. I dream about not having to listen to an audiobook to get back into a sleeping patten. I dream of comfy sheets and pillows and darkened rooms and sleep, beautiful sleep.
I dream about being so well rested that it isn’t difficult to balance my other passions in life, my husband, my kids, writing. I want to have enough energy so that I am fully engaged with my kids. I want to have enough energy so that I can concentrate on more than one thing at a time, and maybe be able to articulate myself again.
I dream of so much sleep that I can discover new passions and rediscover old ones. I want to be energetic and enjoy being outside. I want to be able to take an evening class in jewelry making or photography and feel like I am giving the artistic side of my personality a chance to shine again. I want to be able to sing again. I want to feel like singing again.
I dream of a time when I am once again a woman with passions. I dream of being a better woman than I am now. I dream of sleep.
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This post was inspired and written for Mabel’s Labels Blogher ’10 Contest. The premise is this: Electrical storms are going to wipe out the Internet (perhaps forever). You have one day left to write about your passions: what do you want to say to the blogosphere in 300 words or less?
The grand prize is a fully paid trip to the BlogHer conference in NY, including airfare, hotel and conference pass, and a year’s blogging contract for the Mabel’s Labels blog.
Wish me luck and sleep.
Gwen
Good blog. I remember those days of no sleep. Stopped getting sleep about 2 months before Mary was born and didn’t get a proper night’s sleep until Sean was 6 months old. Q has managed to do that to you almost by himself. God bless you all with patience. (and lots of sleep)
I wish you an entire year of somnolence.
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What a great entry! Good luck. 🙂