I always remember the story of little Kelsey, who didn’t like to go to bed. Once my mom decided to pretend to be me, and I had to put her to bed. She asked for things like water, another book, a hug, etc., all of which I denied heartlessly. I think she was slightly worried that I interpreted her putting me to bed in the same way. I probably did. In fact, I still do. Even if she doesn’t put me to bed anymore.
Some of you are like my husband, totally reasonable humans. When you are tired, you go to bed. You have no need to dilly dally, to check your horoscope, paint your nails, or do any number of useless activities.
But some of you are like me. You hate going to bed. It’s not like I don’t like sleeping, because I love it. And now with a baby I need sleep more than ever. Maybe it’s because it takes me on any given night an hour (at least) to fall asleep? Or maybe it’s because if I didn’t have to sleep I could get more things done? (but of course I don’t) Maybe I don’t want to miss out on any of the fun that will happen if I go to bed. Of course this is not a problem now when everyone else is asleep, but whatever. Maybe it’s because I work better at night than morning? I don’t know, but for whatever reason, it’s the worst. Second only to my true arch enemy, waking up. Oh how I don’t love it.