Mommy Writes

I’ve decided to start a club.

I think there are already millions of potential members.

It’s the Zombie Mommy Club. AKA the 2 a.m. club. The “I never actually sleep more than 4 consecutive hours club”. The “I don’t remember the last time I felt well rested club”. The “I cannot believe I get up at 5:20 in the morning club”.

I know I went wrong somewhere. I think it was back in the infancy stage. And I am promising myself that I will not screw it up again. Because, somehow, I have trained my children to wake up every single night. My oldest always gets up around 2 a.m. to tell me he’s had a bad dream which is compounded by the fact that his bedroom is upstairs (and away from us). My youngest wakes up (insert insane number here) times during the evening. To (a) cry (b) cry (c) talk then cry.

My pregnant body cannot take it any longer.

I am certain I could whip out my entire work in progress novel in 2 weeks if I actually get sleep at night. I could probably even complete a full sentence, keep my eyes more than halfway open…gosh - the possibilities are endless.

Maybe sleep deprivation led me to picking this funky new blog design Oh, no, I feel my eyelids starting to drop.

I’ve told my boys that when I’m old and I really do wake up at 5 in the morning that I’m going to call them at their home and wake them up every morning for each day they woke me up as kids. Somehow this threat did little to create any change in the current sleep status.