Sleep. Oh, how I miss thee. When will you become my friend again? I really enjoyed my time with you a few years ago, and it’s about time we got back together. Oh. I see. You can’t come here? Well why not? But that’s ridiculous! Years!? YEARS!? I can’t wait that long! But you don’t know what you’re missing! Well, fine then. I accept my fate.
No matter what parenting techniques you use, it seems sleep is an elusive lover. There’s worry, responsibility, and plain ol’ motherhood that get in the way. I do miss my solid nine hours per night, but there’s no use dwelling on it. One day, my mistress will be back.