Sleep Tight…Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite!!!
Sleep. So necessary. So fundamental. Yet, so elusive. I know that I need 8 hours of sleep to feel good, look good and talk good , ahem – speak well. Yet, I find myself awake way too late on so many occasions.
I believe it all started when I was a child. If my parents fell asleep early, I would treat myself to an 11:00pm solo viewing of the Late Show with Johnny Carson (probably not the best habit for a Kindergartener to form). On the nights that I was sent to bed on time, I would beg my mother to come in and lie down with me. She would lie down and sing with me, then gingerly make her escape when she felt I was asleep or, poor Mom, when she’d had enough. She would get up ever so gently to sneak away, only to hear me say, “Mommy, where are you going? I’m not sleeping yet.” Hey, I never said it was easy being my mom.
In college I watched Jay Leno and David Letterman and have since increased my viewership to include The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report with Stephen Colbert… Kimmel and O’Brian are funny too, but I can’t stay up that late. In fact, I’ve been nodding off in the middle of Desperate Housewives lately. However, the damage has been done. I think either the love of being up late and/or my insomnia have rubbed off on my children – despite having put them to bed by 8:00pm faithfully every night for so many years.
Nap time and bed time were never fun at our house. All three kids would take turns coming out of their room every ten seconds, or so, to ask for water, use the bathroom, express fear over some inaudible sound… on and on it would go. One night my daughter came out of her room to tell me that the Winnie the Pooh mural that was on her wall was staring at her. Huh? Well, Hubby resolved that situation with a paper towel and some masking tape. I’m so glad I married an engineer!
Tonight I had to verbally wrestle them into bed. And hours later I hear laughter and talking as I sit here writing this post. Oh well, I guess if you’re not sleeping the bed bugs can’t bite!
PS: “Sleep tight – Don’t let the bedbugs bite” was what my dad would say to me when we said good night. Don’t call Child Protective Services. I assure you – there are no bedbugs here. Except the three I hear giggling in the background now!