Sleep

I have never been a good sleeper.  A roommate in college once told me a cricket could fart outside and it would wake me up.  It’s true.  I’m a light sleeper.  Added to that, I have a hard time falling asleep at night, even when I am really, really tired.  And if I try and take a nap during the day?  Forget about sleeping that night.

I used to deal with this pretty well.  It seemed like I could always find a day to make up that sleep sometime during the week, and it never really bothered me.

Then I had a baby.  Yeah, if you’ve done that you probably know what follows.  You see, I still had all my sleep problems, only I also have a baby’s sleep problems which means I get even less sleep.  Only this time, I’m not handling it so well.  Because the kid is almost 10 months and it’s supposed to be getting better, not worse!

Anyway, I have noticed that the more sleep-deprived I become, the less my brian functions in a rational manner.  Everything seems to turn into a personal slight, even though rationally I know it’s not.  I try to sit down and write, but the only things that will come out are:

He went to the store.  He bought milk.  He went home.  They had dinner.

Not good.  So, I haven’t written much in the past week.  Though I open the document, stare, try… it’s just not working very well.  To me this isn’t writer’s block, it’s non-functioning brain, and there’s not much I can do with that except hope each night someone decides they’re going to sleep for more than three consecutive hours at a time.