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Sleep

Weekly family column for the 100 Mile Free Press
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I’m not really a morning person. It’s not that I dislike mornings, I just really like evenings. In the darkness of the evening and night time seems to become all but meaningless (which as I understand it is why casinos don’t have windows).

Furthermore, while the baby is an excellent baby, he still requires taking care of when he’s awake; he’s now able to move around (although not properly crawl yet) and is somewhat obsessed with the bright glow of the fireplace. Furthermore, my wife has been corrupting him to the point that he now likes cookies, going for walks and pulling daddy’s hair.

This is amplified on the weekend when I don’t have something that I need to do early the next day bringing my rhythm later and later. By the time Saturday rolls around (and I work on Sundays), I don’t usually manage to get to bed until well after midnight.

Fortunately, not needing much sleep is a family trait. According to my mother, even as babies, we didn’t really sleep much during the day.

It doesn’t really even matter what I do either whether it’s TV, games, making food or writing. Creativity, motivation and self-confidence all seem to spike in the wee hours.

My wife, a night owl herself, is surprisingly not helpful in either direction. She’s not any help in making me go to bed early as she stays up late herself most days, but also she seems to like making me do the sort of tasks that are better done in the morning when the brain is still half asleep (like doing the dishes).

However, today I got a sign that it is perhaps time to change up the schedule.

I was up late yesterday talking and playing games with my brother. The baby woke up and that delayed going to bed by another 30 minutes to an hour.

As usual, I got up and went to work. Being alone in the office, I stopped at about 12:30 to have lunch and sat down at the lunch table.

I played some music while having my lunch and promptly fell asleep in the office during my lunch break for about 10 minutes or so.

My wife says she’s got the cure though. Usually, she puts the baby to bed given that I don’t have boobs and it makes him fall asleep more easily.

However, a few days ago she was in the middle of something. When she came to check whether I’d succeeded in getting the baby to sleep, she found both of us asleep.