My clock says 12:25 a.m. and I am still wide awake.
I have just finished proofing photographs from one of the sessions I did with a family last week. I promised myself this morning that I would do them tomorrow, but I couldn’t sleep tonight so I decided to get on with my work instead.
Motherhood has officially screwed up my sleeping habits. I used to be such an excellent sleeper. Nothing and no one could ever keep me away from my nighttime sleep. I remember when we used to live in Japan, I even slept through my fair share of strong earthquakes. And it wasn’t so much the quality of sleep that was important. For me, it was the quantity that mattered. I slept everywhere, and in every position–on a large bed, a small bed, on the couch, on the floor, on the bus, on the train, even standing up or slouched behind a sweaty Japanese businessman
How things have changed. Now, the tiniest sound from her bedroom wakes me up. And I am as energetic as the Energizer bunny after only three hours of sleep.
It’s so ironic, really. Months ago, when she was just newly born and was waking up for her feeds every two hours, I used to cry and hanker for my sleep. And now that she sleeps through the night, I find myself wide awake and not so sure what to do with myself.
Wine. Maybe a glass of wine would zonk me out.
See you in a few hours.
