Sleep is one of those things that you don’t appreciate until it’s gone. There’s something extremely characteristic of motherhood in general that I was lying next to my wee one on the bed, trying not to feel too sick from a wicked tummy bug, attempting to help her get to sleep and having her slap me across the face in a tantrum fuelled rage.
The non-sleeping business is the norm not the exception at the moment and you forget how relentless it is. I did it when they were babies but I’m well out of practice.
And the lack of sleep takes away from the necessary sanity time in between when they go to sleep and when you have to wake up in the morning to do it all over again.
Tomorrow is another day. And it’s a phase. I’ll just keep saying that.