I cannot remember the last time I slept through the night. Dreams are constantly interrupted by coughs, sniffs, and an occasional squeal from my boys’ room. It’s like I have Bionic Woman ears that I can’t turn off. My body is ready to spring into action the moment a sound, any sound, is detected. Not to mention, our youngest has a tendency to sneak (in a not-so-sneaky sort of way) into our room around 2 am and squeezes in between my husband and me. Just when things settle down, WHAM an arm is flung across my face or POW a knee is inserted in my thigh. I went to the doctor yesterday and the nurse gasped when she saw all of the bruises on my leg.

“Were you in an accident?” she asked.
“Sort of. I accidentally got in the middle of a wrestling match where I was body slammed without warning.”

Being a mom is painful and exhausting. Sleep is a sacrifice and will continue to elude me as they grow-up and are out at night doing God knows what with God knows who. It’s frightening to think that I may be walking around like a zombie for another fifteen years. So pour me another Diet Coke and let’s toast to motherhood…. the joys, the pains, and the sleepless nights.

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