Losing Consciousness

When bedtime for the boy rolls around, I typically being him upstairs, read a book with him, then tuck him in for the night. Once he’s ensconced in his blankets, I sit on my bed and read the news for a bit. This has been the general pattern since moving to the new house, and it’s a good opportunity to spend a bit of quiet time with the kid as he drifts off to sleep. What usually happens, though, is that I fall drift in and out of unconsciousness a dozen times before the boy and every time I wake it’s with a little start.

The last couple of years have been pretty rough on the sleep cycles. Up until mid-2016 a full night of resful sleep could be obtained just by walking 10,000 steps in a day and doing some of the house chores. Working from home means that there are always more chores, but the 10K steps goal is just not feasible in the near future. Being a parent seems to require a great deal more energy than walking 8km.

So now I’m sitting on my bed, listening to my son talk to himself1, and trying to finish this short little post before giving in to the sandman. I’ve fallen asleep four times already, dropping my phone three times in the process, so it’s only a matter of time before my eyes close one last time for the day.

How do parents of multiple children manage to stay awake?


  1. Or an imaginary friend … or a ghost. He keeps talking about a Coco-chan, and I don’t know anyone by that name.