I slept last night.
I was in bed by 10.30pm, I went to sleep and I slept the majority of the night. This may not seem a big deal to all of you but it is, I assure you.
Most nights I wait until somewhere between 1.30 and 3am, until I can no longer stand pretty much, and then I am almost guaranteed to be able to sleep and have few wakeful periods during the night, mostly. If I go to bed early it is pointless as I will only lie in bed awake until 2am (or 5). I walk around like a zombie and it’s lovely to walk into a room and have people comment on how tired you look, lovely. Last night I woke once for about 45 minutes, plus the five times Grub woke for a feed (I know, oh my gawd) and I slept until almost 7am.
What is rather odd is that I am almost always able to fall asleep during the day. I’ve always been a night time person, as is Beefcake, so we are not a good combination in terms of getting our rest. He was up until 2am and is now having a sleep-in. He has no insomnia issues (the man has been known to fall asleep standing up, whilst pouring a drink) but just likes staying up late.
So, I’m making a commitment to myself to try and go to bed early, in the belief that I will be able to sleep, at least three nights a week. This is a big step for me and I am hoping it will continue. I am never going to be an early to bed girl all the time, I love my child-free nights but I believe, that if I think I can, I will be able to sleep. I think I can, I think I can.
Yesterday was also a landmark day, I was able to practice hair-removal on my legs, underarms and nether regions, all of which were suffering from some serious neglect due to the fact that Grub is going through a phase where she screams if I leave the room. Even when she’s asleep. I am lucky to be allowed to use the toilet at the moment.
I was out shopping and Grub was asleep in the sling so I ducked into the budget hairdresser in the shopping centre next to target (yes, I am glamourous) and had her quickly trim my hair. You see, my hair has been growing out since I was about 7 months pregnant. Growing out of a VERY short asymmetrical haircut that my then hairdresser felt was very me and just had to be done. She had been my hairdresser for about 4 years. I haven’t been back. SO, yesterday I had it trimmed to an evenish shape so that it doesn’t look as though Pudding has come at me with his safety scissors.
I am very pleased. None of the children even noticed (except Pudding, who was there).
Okay, off to clean up some hand soap which has apparently ‘vomited’ all over the bathroom cupboard. Thanks Pudding.