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.