It all begins at 7 a.m. The baby wails, and as my feet touch the ground, my immediate thought is, “Oh great, I didn’t sleep enough. Again.” A quick glance at the clock confirms it—a mere five hours of sleep last night. It’s frustrating, but I can’t really grumble; this is the norm for me, and much of it is my own doing. I’ve earned a few gray hairs and should know better than to stay up late scrolling through social media and binge-watching shows. But here we are.
I let out a yawn that feels like a lion’s roar, already regretting my late-night episode of “The Crown.” Now, it’s time to jump onto the Struggle Bus, where dreams of sleep play in my mind like a soft elevator tune for the next eight hours. Time to put on my Big Girl Pants.
I brew some coffee, pack lunches, and the day starts rushing forward like a freight train. At this moment, I’m uncertain if I’m on board or standing in front of it. Fingers crossed that caffeine will help a little.
My kids are in full swing: pulling at my clothes, spilling bacon everywhere, and debating whether to watch “Frozen” or “Trolls.” Already feeling overwhelmed, I force a smile and pull those Big Girl Pants up a little higher.
I can’t take my fatigue out on them; it’s not their fault I stayed up late with my favorite characters. In that fleeting moment, I promise myself (once again) that tonight will be the night I hit the sack early. This will be the night I close social media, shut my eyes, and finally address my four-year-long sleep deficit. I need rest. My kids need a rested mom.
You’d think that with my anticipation for bedtime, I’d actually take advantage of it when it comes. You’d assume that when the kids are finally asleep, I’d drag my weary body to bed, turn off my phone, and actually go to sleep. But, you’d be mistaken.
What is wrong with me? What kind of person craves sleep like a long-lost friend, only to repeatedly turn it down harder than a pre-coffee call from a distant relative? Mamas everywhere can relate.
We understand that when the kids are tucked in and the lights dim, that’s when we experience our “second wind.” Nighttime is when our brains kick into high gear, and our bodies feel invigorated. Sure, we joke about our fatigue, but many of us embrace the reality that even when sleep is a viable option, we often decline.
Why? Because nighttime is our chance! The house is silent, and we finally have a moment to ourselves. We stay up a little too late, catch another episode of our favorite series, and relish the chance to engage in adult thoughts without interruptions. We need sleep, but we also crave solitude. Unfortunately, there never seems to be enough time for both.
It may be hard to grasp, but within every mom, there are two conflicting voices: one yearning for comfort, a back rub, and an afternoon nap, while the other scoffs and declares, “Sleep is never going to happen! Stop trying to make it happen!”
We are all fatigued, but this weariness is not just physical; it’s mental and emotional too. And sleep only addresses one of those layers, doesn’t it? Parents need emotional recharge, which often leads us to stay awake late, seizing those rare moments of peace. For most of us, that means we will be awake long after the kids are asleep—no matter how long that takes.
Yes, I’ve been thinking about sleep all day, but come bedtime, I’m likely to stay awake once more. Why? Because I’m a mom, and I embrace my perpetual state of sleep deprivation while still loving the beautiful chaos of motherhood. Those two realities can coexist.
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In summary, motherhood often means trading sleep for quiet moments of self-reflection. While we all long for rest, we also cherish our time alone. Embracing this duality is part of being a mom.