In fairness to my husband, he doesn't go out often. The problem I have is that when he does, he leaves the house about 5 or 6pm, then gets home at 5am, and so is gone for a full twelve hours - then there's the further ten hours he needs to sleep it off, and the hangover that will last into the following evening.
I admit it's slightly sour grapes on my part, as I don't really get the opportunity to go out and when I do, it's never a four in the morning kind of thing! My life is tame, but the H has lots of friends in their twenties...
My biggest problem is that I never know when he's going to come home, but I'm very aware, as I sleep, that when he does he will smell of booze and cigarettes, and will fall into a snoring, stinky stupor when he gets to bed - this wouldn't be so much of a problem if I could just stay asleep - but I wake up every hour or less, checking the time, checking to see if he's there, and just being wakeful. And at the moment my hip is at me, I'm so uncomfortable anyway... I rang him at 4.30 to ask him to sleep downstairs, just so I could stop anticipating his arrival (how stupid is it to sit awake, worrying about being woken up?) but it still took ages to get back to sleep.
And then, with her usual weekend perversity, Cassia woke up at 7.15 - despite the fact that I have to drag her out of bed at 8.10 on school mornings...
I'm knackered!
And as a postscript, the whole family has to deal with The Hangover - the party doesn't stop on Saturday night, it necessitates sleeping in til the afternoon, being too wrecked to go swimming or to the birthday party as planned, despite my daughter's pleas.
Is it me or is this just selfish? Do mothers do this? Or if they do, are they not seen as skanky, unfit mothers? Why is it ok for men to behave this way?
I don't get to celebrate my birthday but he can go on random benders and use it as an excue to avoid spending time with his family? I think men should have to sarifice the type of nights ou they have just as much as women should, unless it's a special occasion...
Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
sleep
When I was a teenager, I had an extremely comfortable double bed. It had just the right combination of firm and sinky for me. I had a black sheet, a black and white duvet cover and purple pillowcases. My room was cavelike and I had a teddy bear, which added to the comfort level, really.
I had the luxury of doing the teenage sleeping thing, staying up late reading or watching tv and then sleeping through the day. Delicious. I can remember the feeling of being just awake enough to know I was asleep and enjoy it, so snuggly and warm and absolutely just right.
When I met and then moved in with my husband, we used to sleep a lot too. Not so much in the morning because I'd wake up before him and get bored and then annoy him awake, but we'd nap a lot. Incredibly indulgent middle of the day naps, it was so great to sleep beside someone. So comfortable and comforting.
Our first daughter has only just started sleeping at the age of just four. We're still not guaranteed a full night, though it's more likely and she seems to be catching up - I can't get her out of bed in the morning now, it's like waking a teenager!
But it's been four years of sleep dep hell. We made a lot of mistakes, but I also think it was just her - she came with a sleep-resistant coating. I look back on a sleep diary I kept for a while while I was trying to get her to feed less and she was still waking several times a night and causing fuss about going to bed. I developed a horrible tooth grinding habit that has really affected my teeth and cost me a lot of money. It took me a long time to notice it but basically as soon as I fall asleep I start to clench my jaw, which I also do when I'm driving, unconscious of myself.
Here's a sample:
7pm down to sleep
9.45 woke for milk and soother
10.15 bathwater woke her, had to feed her
1 am dream feed
3.10 am woke for feed
5.40 woke hungry, didn't go back, wet vest
And that was when she was 7 months old, it had been much wore! She used to sleep for maybe 40 minutes at a go.
I fell asleep after I got on the motorway with her in the car one day - I presume for a split second, I noticed as my head nodded, but Jesus!
My husband too, would go to work and put his head on the counter until a customer came in, or would sleep for five minutes at a time on the pallets in the store room. We were zombies.
Things are more normal now but I'm only 6 months pregnant - just as my daughter began to sleep in a normal way, I stopped being able to - you know the story, back pain, needing to get up to the loo, general discomfort, dreams. In the first trimester, I just had to nap and in fairness to her, she did get on with her own thing for the most part - but I just couldn't stay awake.
Yesterday I got a snooze attack again at about 4.30. I lay down in bed and just couldn't keep my eyes open - though my daughter called me to come and look at her work every three minutes, and I could feel my whole being just yearning for a proper hour of sleep, that comfortable, comforting, 'this is what I need, I'm so glad I'm asleep' sleep. And that's what got me pondering, remembering the good old days.
I have a fear that by the time my kids are big enough to let me sleep again, I'll be in that menopausal or middle aged no man's land of not being able to get enough sleep anymore! It's terrifying!
Having said that, last night I dreamed that my husband had bought me a pony for my birthday. This morning I feel incredibly touched, as if that particular little girls' dream has actually come true. That has to be a good sign, right?
I had the luxury of doing the teenage sleeping thing, staying up late reading or watching tv and then sleeping through the day. Delicious. I can remember the feeling of being just awake enough to know I was asleep and enjoy it, so snuggly and warm and absolutely just right.
When I met and then moved in with my husband, we used to sleep a lot too. Not so much in the morning because I'd wake up before him and get bored and then annoy him awake, but we'd nap a lot. Incredibly indulgent middle of the day naps, it was so great to sleep beside someone. So comfortable and comforting.
Our first daughter has only just started sleeping at the age of just four. We're still not guaranteed a full night, though it's more likely and she seems to be catching up - I can't get her out of bed in the morning now, it's like waking a teenager!
But it's been four years of sleep dep hell. We made a lot of mistakes, but I also think it was just her - she came with a sleep-resistant coating. I look back on a sleep diary I kept for a while while I was trying to get her to feed less and she was still waking several times a night and causing fuss about going to bed. I developed a horrible tooth grinding habit that has really affected my teeth and cost me a lot of money. It took me a long time to notice it but basically as soon as I fall asleep I start to clench my jaw, which I also do when I'm driving, unconscious of myself.
Here's a sample:
7pm down to sleep
9.45 woke for milk and soother
10.15 bathwater woke her, had to feed her
1 am dream feed
3.10 am woke for feed
5.40 woke hungry, didn't go back, wet vest
And that was when she was 7 months old, it had been much wore! She used to sleep for maybe 40 minutes at a go.
I fell asleep after I got on the motorway with her in the car one day - I presume for a split second, I noticed as my head nodded, but Jesus!
My husband too, would go to work and put his head on the counter until a customer came in, or would sleep for five minutes at a time on the pallets in the store room. We were zombies.
Things are more normal now but I'm only 6 months pregnant - just as my daughter began to sleep in a normal way, I stopped being able to - you know the story, back pain, needing to get up to the loo, general discomfort, dreams. In the first trimester, I just had to nap and in fairness to her, she did get on with her own thing for the most part - but I just couldn't stay awake.
Yesterday I got a snooze attack again at about 4.30. I lay down in bed and just couldn't keep my eyes open - though my daughter called me to come and look at her work every three minutes, and I could feel my whole being just yearning for a proper hour of sleep, that comfortable, comforting, 'this is what I need, I'm so glad I'm asleep' sleep. And that's what got me pondering, remembering the good old days.
I have a fear that by the time my kids are big enough to let me sleep again, I'll be in that menopausal or middle aged no man's land of not being able to get enough sleep anymore! It's terrifying!
Having said that, last night I dreamed that my husband had bought me a pony for my birthday. This morning I feel incredibly touched, as if that particular little girls' dream has actually come true. That has to be a good sign, right?
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