Just 5 More Minutes
Mom!!! Everly needs you!
Eves, I can hear her on the monitor. She's fine, just talking to herself. Give me 5 more minutes and I'll get up.
Mom!!!! I pooped and need help wiping my butt!
Ugh, ok, I'll be right there.
Five more minutes. Story of my life. It's all I want. Just five more minutes of sleep. Okay, if I'm being honest, I actually want 5 more hours of sleep. In reality I probably do get more sleep than I need. But it's not good sleep. It's mom sleep. And yes, there's a difference.
Mom's out there can a test to what I'm saying. I developed super sonic hearing after Evie was born. Any slight change on the baby monitor and I was on that shit! I swear I could hear each little breath she was taking. Oh god, I can't hear her breathing! She must be smothering herself on the bumper! And there goes any chance of sleeping well for the rest of the night. There have even been times, I shit you not, that I have sensed Evie in my room. Seriously, I didn't hear a peep, just felt her there. And boom, I open my eyes and she is standing next to my bed staring at me, all horror movie like.
Now there are two kids, 2 cats, 3 dogs, and 1 husband. Between the snoring, the tossing and turning, the cats running around, and the kids needing everything from bottles and diaper changes to cups of water and cuddles because of a nightmare, I may never get a full night's sleep again. I know, I know, that's what parenting is. From the day they are born until the day they leave the house, you don't sleep. You worry constantly about every little thing they do and feel guilty about every little thing you didn't do. It is a daily struggle to keep all of the balls in the air. But you know what? Sometimes you just have to say fuck it and let some balls drop, You know, for like 5 more minutes.