Too much and too little

Posted on December 1st, 2009 in Journal by Tim • 0 Comments
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So much stuff in my head, but so little time to write things down. Mainly because work is killing me. And then you get home, eat, play with the kids, clean up when they are in bed. After that it is basically to bed myself.

The reason for going early to bed is that Zeb is still not 100% OK. So he waked up about a zillion times, meaning I have to run to his room a zillion times. Don’t think it makes me physically fitter, I’m just getting more and more tired. Last night he woke up around 22:30 and was awake until 0:00. So you think he will sleep all morning, but no…… 04:30 he was awake again and refused to fall asleep. So a short night for us as well.Early again…. too little time…. can we make a day 48 hours long or so ?

Torture

Posted on October 25th, 2009 in Journal by Tim • 0 Comments
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There are different methods for this. But one of the 5 methods used by the British government in the 1970s was sleep deprivation. Usually keeping the victim awake for a couple of days  and when finally allowed fall asleep, suddenly wake them again. Now in my case it wasn’t that bad, but still….. I am not trained for this. So, how did we get there ?

Zeb got a fever last Sunday and this of course throws his sleeping rhythm out of balance. So we get about 5 hours of sleep during an average night. The problem with this is that it is not in 1 continuous block of 5 hours, but divided usually in 2 or 3 blocks. Meaning that I never got more than 3 hours of sleep in one stretch. 3 or 4 days like that is no problem, but come Friday night and it is starting to really wear me down.

Getting the clockworks over to wintertime wasn’t something I was looking forward to if he wasn’t getting back to his normal sleeping pattern. It wasn’t too bad last night, but not 100% there yet, so I cross my fingers for tonight. But I have a good feeling.

1 Week of this was a very long time. Tired minutes felt like hours, hours felt like weeks. And even sometimes (I have to admit), the longing for sleeping was bigger than the hunger in those dark hours.