And why not? If there can be an Art of Living...why not an art of sleeping then? There was a time only months ago when I could sleep anywhere, any number of times, at the drop of a hat. Literally. My eyes would shut and I would be off to dreamland even before my head hit the pillow. Cut to 3 months of a very painful pregnancy symptom that doesn't let you sleep at night (an hour a night tops) and the next 3 months raising an infant trying to fix her bodyclock which was severly jet lagged!
So, now that my nymph has finally started sleeping for 4-5 hours at a stretch, why do I complain, you ask? Just that I seem to have forgotten the art of sleeping! I spend hours in bed tossing and turning, trying to will myself to sleep. I sing songs in my head, design my latest outfits...hell, I even wrote out this post in my head last night!
So as the night approaches once more, I am filled with dread. Will it bring sweet slumber? Or will I yet again struggle with the night demons and get a good night's rest. Before I completely forget what that feels like!!!