Ever since I became a mom, eight hours of sleep became rare to me – more like non-existent. It’s like they suddenly added unicorn hair to the list of ingredients to a good eight hour sleep, and no matter what I do I just can’t seem to find that elusive unicorn. See? I haven’t slept in the last 24 hours and now I’m talking nonsense. My son is 18 months old now and we follow a strict bedtime routine, but I still have sleepless nights because of conflicts at work, Ethan getting sick, never-ending chores – situations that call for supermom’s cape.
I’m not talking sleepless nights anymore – I’m talking sleepless DAYS, days when the universe does everything in it’s power to not let you doze off and enter Dream Land a la Gandalf. But hey, WE’RE MOMS. We survive, we pull through and we conquer. But at the end of the day you might leave yourself thinking, “How on earth did I do it?”.