Sleep, sweet sleep!

All of you moms, new and old, know the exhaustion you go through at various times in your career as a mother.  When they are babies, the night time feedings take their toll on you.  When they are toddlers and get sick, you are exhausted watching over them.  When they are teenagers and young adults, you get tired from waiting up for them to come home safely.  The lost hours of sleep add up!  Eventually they catch up with you and take charge because you haven't. 

It is a standing joke at our house that I am unable to stay awake when we all watch television together.  I have found that if I stay busy, by doing stitchery or something like that, I can stay up.  What usually happens though, is that we put a movie in that we have purchased or rented.  We get through the credits and about five minutes into the movie and I am out!.  Occasionally, I will wake up for two or three minutes sporadically during the movie.  Then, an alarm goes off in my body and with exactly five minutes to go in the movie, I wake up.  The kids claim that I ask what has happened in the movie; but I don't think so!  I find that terribly annoying when people do that to me!  At any rate, they swear that they can set their watches by me.

Okay, I admit it.  It happens.  I just figure that all of those years without sleep have added up and the old body just cashed it all in to catch up on those z's.  But, I am not the only one and I refuse to take all the heat1

I have seen "Doc" crash anywhere and everywhere, including with his head propped on the fireplace hearth.  "Mommy" has always fallen asleep within minutes of being in a car and there was that time she fell asleep with her face in a plate of spaghetti.  I can still remember checking on "Calvin" after hearing his shower running for more than 15 minutes and finding him sleeping in the shower.  "Super Son", well let's just say he has been accused of being narcoleptic.  "Mini Me" and "the Blonde"  LOVE their sleep and can rack up quite a few late morning sleep-ins.  Let it be known that "Pook" and "The Surprise" now beg to be sent for naps.  As much as they used to complain as little guys, they beg for naps now.  I distinctly remember telling "Pook" that it was time for bed and having him look at me with a shocked and hurt expression and answering "Why, what did I do?"

Well to all of you, being sent to bed is not always a punishment.  Sometimes it is blessed relief.