All posts tagged: sleep deprivation

Perfect Parenting Information

Any minute now, the phone is going to ring and the person on the other end of the line is going to tell me that I may have been mis-sold PPI – Perfect Parenting Information. It’s an unwritten rule in my circles that lunch is at 12pm, tea is 5pm and bedtime is at 7pm.  Toddlers sleep from 1-3pm.  A micro scooter is the obligatory outdoors accessory and Lego is the go-to birthday party present of choice. All this information was passed onto me from parents with children a year or two older and so far, has stood me in good stead.  So, when it came time for my son to start school, I listened intently and took notes on what to expect. Last summer, I was regaled with numerous stories of reception aged children being so exhausted after a full day at school that they were falling asleep into their fish fingers by 6pm. My personal experience thus far, has been quite the opposite. My little angel was used to spending a full-day in …

Understanding Thyroid Antibodies

If I am being completely honest with myself, I had not been feeling quite right, for quite some time. I blamed being a working mum for my tiredness.  I blamed tiredness for my brain fog.  I blamed brain fog for my forgetfulness. I felt guilty for not being more capable.  I crammed our weekends with so much activity, so I would not feel tempted to lie flat on the sofa and leave my son to entertain himself. I really wanted to lie flat on the sofa and leave my son to entertain himself. But I didn’t. I kept going.  The more defeated my body felt, the more determined I was to push on through. I blogged about my how my tolerance to late nights had changed and how I needed more sleep than ever before, but was getting so much less of it. I visited the doctor for minor ailments – dry skin, a rash, mouth ulcers, chin acne, anxiety.  They said I was run down. I suffered two miscarriages.   Just unlucky, they reassured me. I …

An Early Riser

I have been pushed out of my own bed. Well, not pushed exactly – there was no actual physical force used. Although, as soon as a little person crawls into the bed beside you, you know your day has already begun. So here I am, drinking tea and blogging at the kitchen table while the Greek God(zilla) gets his full 8-hours on upstairs and Zachy snoozes happily next to him on my side of the bed. It would actually be quite sweet if I wasn’t so tired. I’ve been up and down all night.  The first time was to answer the call for water.  The second was because he was cold. Then the Greek God(zilla) returned home from dinner with a friend and wanted to chat. Then he was back and forth to the bathroom, switching lights on and off, flushing the loo and re-arranging the bed pillows. Just as I finally think I drifted back off to sleep, I heard Zachy whimpering in his bedroom and then felt the Greek God(zilla)’s arm on mine, …

ChChCh… Changes

One of the things I have noticed about getting older, is how much my tolerance levels have changed towards food, drink and sleep. It amazes me what I used to put my body through and get away with. Yet, it seems that now I am finally trying not to punish my body so much, it has decided that it is payback time for what I put it through in my twenties. What a bitch. I can live with the grey hair,  the grey eyebrows and the brittle hairs that seem to sprout out of my chin with little or no warning, but there are some things that are sacred to me and they have been taken away. Sleep I seem to need so much more of it but am getting less and less. Even when I am not being woken up by a 3-year old needing a wee/poo/tissue/cuddle, I will wake anyway to check he is still sleeping soundly in his bed. Or, because I need a wee. I do not know when I stopped being able to make it …

A Good Morning

The Greek God(zilla)’s alarm goes off at 6am every morning.  He snoozes for 30-minutes while I respond firstly to Zachy’s call of nature and then to my own. By 6.30am, we are all up. The next 30-minutes fly by in a sleep deprived haze.  The Greek God(zilla) uses the bathroom first while I manage to boil the kettle and then unload the dishwasher as teabags brew in their cups. Back upstairs, clothes are set out on the bed and then so begins the task of trying to dress a 3-year old, who is simultaneously clutching a Buzz Lightyear doll and trying to climb on my back so that I can run around the bedroom with him as he squeals To Infinity and Beyond! Some days we leave the house better dressed than others. We still manage to make it downstairs with enough time to have breakfast together.  While he eats his weetabix, I apply make-up and we chat about the day ahead.  When I have finished, I look to him and ask “How do I look?” to which he always replies “Like …