A subject very dear to my heart at the moment.

The sleep deprivation started 3.5 years ago, almost as soon as I fell pregnant with Samantha. I was just catching up on some zzzzz’s when I got pregnant again. And so the joy of Pregnancy Sleep piled on top of the joy of Toddler Sleep, and crashed right into the wonders of Newborn Sleep, again. Add on to that changing continents twice in one year – I think that Samantha still has jetlag from the trip TO America – and jumping through time zones regularly, you have a the perfect recipe for Cranky Mum, with a side of Wired TwoPointFiveYearOld.

Timothy needs to be rocked or fed to sleep. I don’t mind this so much, except when he wakes up at odd times in the night to play. And I have a nagging terror that I am somehow only making it harder for myself the longer I let it go on. Not to mention the guilt that overwhelms me very time I read an article about baby sleep, and I’m reminded again that I’m doing it all wrong… what horrors we will we reap because of my mistakes! 

Samantha just won’t go to sleep. There’s always something that she needs or some havoc she’s wreaking.

Sean’s got them both in the car right now… the result of a couple of hours of frustration. I’m an avid hater of ‘crying it out’, but I’m very tempted tonight.

So, should I just lock Samantha in her room at 7pm, and let her run amok till she drops from exhaustion?

And how do I teach my son to sooth himself to sleep so I’m not up in the middle of the night? Don’t tell me to sleep with him… we already do that…

And while we are on the subject of sleep, I have to recommend this hilarious article by Kerri Sackville at Mamamia to all the Mum’s out there.