We’re in London this week, exhibiting at Top Drawer, a very fun trade show. And I’m staying at my parents’ house with the boys. The three of us have been sharing a room since Friday night. It’s noisy here. Aeroplanes, car alarms, police sirens… stuff we’re not used to in peaceful North Devon.
So we’re not sleeping too well. In fact, I’m barely sleeping at all. It must be me in the room with them or something, but they seem to keep rousing and then fully waking. “Mummy, what’s that noise?” says Laurie about four times a night, causing Frankie to open his eyes and promptly wail.
And they both seem to feel the need to get up at 5am every morning. I might be nearly dead with lack of sleep, but they’re happily bouncing off the walls. My skin is grey, I have huge black bags under my eyes… I am a mere shadow of my former self.
So if you’re sleep deprived, I’m feeling your pain. Today, I packed up my bag for the show, stuck my keys in my pocket and headed off to jump on the Central Line. It wasn’t until I reached Earl’s court that I realised I’d never picked up my bag. I’d left it by the door at my parent’s house.
But that’s nothing. A little later, a potential buyer called to ask for information about stocking our Sleepytot baby comforters. “Thank you, I’ll be in touch”, I was told. “OK. Love you,” I said, distractedly. Hmmm. Embarrassing.
In the past few days I’ve lost my bank card numerous times, left my mobile phone in a Sleepytot box ready to be sent out to a customer, and (this is the worst) queued behind a statue for 5 minutes before realising my dreadful mistake! Honestly, it was very lifelike. It could have happened to anyone…
It’s only been four days and I’m already irritably saying, “Oh you know what I mean”, when I can’t remember my point. And I feel indescribably cross when my loved ones look at me blankly and say “no”. So I’m looking forward to finally getting in the car and making the long journey home. To getting everyone back on track and sleeping blissfully through the night again.
But before I do, I have one more day and night to go. And, as you know, misery loves company. So today I want (possibly need) to hear your stories about sleep deprivation. The laugh out loud funny things you’ve done and the downright awful way you’ve felt. As they say “a problem shared is a problem halved.”
Tags: baby sleep, baby sleep through the night, Sleep deprivation, travelling and babies
Jessica was 6 weeks old and I was getting off the train. A lovely elderly lady asked ‘ooooh, little boy or little girl?’. Boy I replied proudly but frankly very incorrectly! Had to keep up the charade for the rest of the conversation.
@Samantha I burst out laughing when I read this! Totally could have been me…!