This week I'm grateful for … sleep

Sleep has always been my friend. Give me somewhere to lie my head and I’ve always been able to snooze off with no problems, straight after a coffee, on a train, on a couch with a party in full swing. It’s one of my favourite things.

In fact, it was one of the things I was pretty scared of post-child – how would I cope with less sleep? I was a full 10 hour a night kind of girl.

The answer I soon found was that I coped better than I expected. I would nap in the afternoon with J beside me, I’d bring him into bed to maximise night time sleep. I coped, in that kind of frayed round the edges way that most mothers cope with sleep deprivation. I got used to it. Continue reading