Unlike many whose children sleep through when they were young, the son never really did till he was much older. Not that it really mattered to me. The night equals “ME” time which I craved, devoured and needed. Partly also because that was about the only time I could get any work done.

And now with the baby in tow, I have been sleeping on average 3-4 hours every night, and even that is intermittent because she’s still not sleeping through.

After I read this, I can finally establish that my brain has been doing some major shut-down of its own and that is why my vocabulary has been diminishing as we speak (or rather, write) along with other things.

Afterall, I need every good excuse that I can get.