Sleep Kelsey

I have a secret I need to confess.

First, for those of you who have had the misfortune of meeting Sleep Kelsey, I’m sorry. For the rest of you, just count your blessings.

It seems I need a bit more sleep than the average person. Ok, maybe that’s an understatement. I need like 12 hours of sleep a day to feel like I got enough. And what happens when I don’t get that much? Well I feel like junk. But what happens when I get very very little sleep, or am woken up in a state of extreme tiredness? Sleep Kelsey.

Sure, you are thinking I am just tired or a bit grumpy, but not so. Sleep Kelsey is an entity of her own. She yells (at random people). She punches pillows. She launches pillows across the room. She breaks down in the hallway in a pile of tears. She is very rude, very snappy, and I think it would be the understatement of the year to say you would not want to be friends with her.

Luckily for everyone, she had not been seen in years. Even after having Harmon, I managed to sleep enough to keep her at bay. Having two children? Not always so conducive to napping. And having a baby obviously means getting up a fair amount in the night. I think you can see where I am going with this. That’s right, lurking around our house lately: Sleep Kelsey.

The good news is twofold. First, it seems that as I get older, the more I am able to control the out of control entity that is Sleep Kelsey. Second, and less surprisingly, as Sammy gets older (and I finally got DVR) I am getting a little bit more sleep.

So friends, it seems you can all rest safely, knowing that Sleep Kelsey has been put to bed. At least until Sammy starts teething…