Sleep, What's Sleep?

I live in a household with little people that aren't keen on sleeping. They never have. Maybe when they are 18 they might be keen to sleep. When Brandon was born he would only ever sleep for 40 minutes and then he would feed for 40 minutes and then go back and do it over and over again. I never slept, and very rarely did daddy sleep. So take today. It's a Sunday and daddy and I have to go back to work tomorrow so Sunday is a pretty special day. Yes we are always doing things, but it's just at a good flow. So when 2 boys decide (and I'm sure they discuss it together) not to sleep, the afternoon just goes down hill fast.

We did start the day with the boy's swimming lessons which they enjoyed. I spent the whole 1/2hr trying to enrol the kids for swimming lessons next year, as I was so cordially instructed to do by the swimming instructors. Daddy and I have decided to move their lessons to a Friday morning so that it frees up our weekend a bit. Yes it will be a juggle for me, but I have done it heaps of times so I know what to expect and how to eliminate (to a point) potential disasters.

We headed home with 2 boys wide awake. I even drove around for 20 minutes thinking that might encourage them to sleep. It didn't work. I had no other tricks to encourage sleep so daddy and I just went with it. I gave the boys a beautiful lunch which ended up all over the floor. Such a shame. They just have an aversion to eating a meal. They just can not and do not stay still so food ends up everywhere. After cleaning the floor again, daddy had a sleep and I took the boys outside to play. By now I could see the cracks appearing in Brandon. I thought we had another 15 minutes before he'd loose the plot from no sleep. I was wrong. It was 5 minutes. There was tears and screaming and things being thrown everywhere and that was just from Brandon. Bailey and I just watched, waited for a second for him to pause before he started screaming again, to quietly reassure him that everything was all right. It took awhile, but we got there.

Daddy emerged at the end to hear the screaming Brandon, and then I went and did some financial organising. Or maybe that was escaping from the 2 sleepless and exhausted boys.

No-one was interested in dinner, or maybe they were just too tired to open their mouths, although they still talked and talked and talked. So now both boys are finally asleep. I hope they stay there all night and wake up at about 7:30am tomorrow morning. I can at least dream. I'd settle for 6am. I know that one day daddy and I will get a chance to sleep. Maybe when the boys are off travelling the world, or buying their own houses to live in, daddy and I will get to go to the tropical island sanctuary that I dream about and just sleep.