My sons are 7 and 2. So, you might think, “cool, this lady is finally getting some sleep!” But, you would be dead wrong. So wrong in fact, that my mind is starting to slowly slip away into a world of chaos and misery (and over exaggeration?) and I’ve started to come to the conclusion that we may never truly sleep again.
I remember when my first son was born and my husband and I would literally dread the sun going down. It was like an actual horror movie when night fell. Nights never seemed to end and every time we heard a noise we would wake up frantically in a cold sweat. And the worst part was all the people who would tell me “Don’t worry, it only gets easier.” No, you are all in fact liars who tricked me into hoping that sleep would come eventually. Lies, all lies. (I’m sorry to any new moms out there who are currently horrified.)