Some people say they can function on four to six hours of sleep each night, but research shows that adults who get fewer than seven hours of sleep — whether for just one night or over the course of days, weeks, or months — have more difficulty concentrating and more mood problems than people who sleep seven to nine …
This could therefore go some way in describing how my wife and I are currently living the dream, with very little sleep (circa 3 hours combined) during the last 72 hours and for my wife this is an added cocktail of doom given the 5 and ½ months that the twins have enriched our lives – but in the night they have stolen the greatest pleasure of all….SLEEP.
Last night during the early hours it all kicked off, the twins were asleep but screaming (seriously how the fuck does this work) whilst our 3 and ½ year old felt compelled to rescue the babies, waking up demanding that they need him.
Have you ever tried to negotiate with a 3 and ½ year old who is wholly convinced that by running into the their room, announcing himself and generally being a tit by bouncing up and down will somehow create total calm. I sincerely hope for your sanity that you haven’t – unfortunately I have and no, it didn’t work.
I am a very spirited individual and extremely competitive, most things in my life turn into a competition, silly situations have created a Walter Mitty scene being established in my head. I can remember several years earlier at my local gym one Thursday morning before work, a frail old man joined me in the cardio area and made the foolish mistake on stepping on the treadmill next to mine.
This guy was old, seriously old but that didn’t stop me slowing down and pacing myself, generally increasing my speed and looking over with a cheeky grin – I was having this, and whether he liked it or not I was going to let him know.
Is life really one great big competition, well It is in my head – only last night at 3am I was arguing with my wife showing real enthusiasm in the current debate – who has had the most sleep, pointing out every little detail – yet in reality does it really matter – what matters is surviving and making it though the day, which at present is a bloody miracle.
You sleep enough when you’re dead, a smart arsed twat told me today – correct yet today I would trade everything for a 7 hour nap.