For as long as I can remember I've been a sleeper-iner. I lurve sleep-ins. In fact, I lurve sleep, full stop!
I remember being woken by my mum when I was a school girl with, "Wakey, wakey, rise and shine." Oh how I hated that...such chirpiness first thing in the morning is just not right. Then after about the third wake up call she would pull the blankets off me, how rude!
When I grew up and had to get myself out of bed for uni or work I was always one of those hit-the-snooze-button-a-million-times kind of people. Man, did I hate my alarm clock.
Then about five years, five months and five days ago (how freaky is that, I didn't realize those were the numbers when I started writing this!!) my baby boy came into the world and I haven't had a good sleep since. I remember night two in the hospital, being awake in the middle of the night trying to feed my hungry baby who didn't want to co-operate and going into shock. I had a horrible nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach, I got the shakes, and went all clammy. The nurses wrapped me in a warm blanket (I love those things) and rubbed my back until I felt better. My body didn't know what hit it...no sleep? How can I survive with no sleep???
Skip to five years, five months, five days plus a two year old later and I'm still not getting real, true, proper, blissful sleep. But my body has pretty much adjusted to that fact and unlike hitting a snooze button, now I practically bound out of bed the minute I hear a cough, whimper or "Mum". And while it's getting less and less during the middle of the night, it's always around 5ish in the morning. That hour to me is ridiculous. My dad is a dairy farmer and has been getting up at 5am his whole life, but me? I just don't get it, never could get used to rising at that hour.
So, in the middle of a melt-down induced by sleep deprivation a few years ago, I brokered a deal with my husband (who never gets up to them during the night, by the way) that I could sleep-in on a Sunday until whenever!! He gets Saturdays to do the same. And yesterday (Saturday) he appeared at 6:40am. 6:40 am????? What? "Why are you up so early?" I asked. He said he couldn't sleep-in. Couldn't sleep-in? I don't understand. Then last night just before he went to bed he said, "I just can't sleep anymore." I've heard of this complaint quite a bit recently on Twitter and have thought how awful it must be. My reply to my husband, "Sleep is something I am really good at but no one lets me do it anymore."
Today is Sunday. I have just arisen from my Sunday Sleep-In...at 8:08am. That was a good one!! Still not quite the 11 or 12o'clock sleep-ins I used to have but I'll take it!!