Baby Smiling In Back Seat

Welcome to the (belated) September Intelligentsia.

#35: Elana from Elana’s Musings
#30: A from Are You Kidding Me?
#29: Lost in Translation from We Say IVF, They Say FIV
#27: Strongblonde from Strong Blonde
#20: Ernessa from Fierce and Nerdy
#17: St. Elsewhere
#15: Lori from Write Mind Open Heart
#13: Ana from Ana Begins
#12: Cat
#10: Sara from Aryanhwy

Oh man, I am tired.

Before Burrito and Tamale came along, I liked to get 8 1/2 hours of sleep, and I almost always did. I felt that I didn’t function at maximum mental capacity with less than 8.

Now, 8 would be amazing.

8 is unimaginable. 7 is usually the best I can hope for; I can function fine on 7 hours. I can’t ever get myself to bed before midnight, both because of all of the things I have to do and because of my internal clock. Burrito and Tamale wake up around 7. So, that works out to 7 hours.

In actuality, I’m almost never in bed by midnight. Last night, I was up working until 1:40. Then Tamale woke up at 6:10. I definitely cannot function fine on 4 1/2 hours. With 6, I’m either not fully there mentally, or cranky, or I fall asleep in undesirable places like the bathroom floor or the bus — not usually all 3 problems on 6 hours, but at least one. Less than 6 and you’ll probably find me spacey and cranky until I eventually pass out on the kitchen floor. Last week I snuggled up with Burrito in his crib and then woke up 20 minutes later. My body does not fit in his crib.

But on the weekends? Oh, glorious glorious naptime. This past weekend for one of the naps, the twins and I all slept for more than 4 hours. 4 beautiful hours. And then at night I wasn’t sleepy and didn’t go to sleep until almost 2. And then the cycle continues — sleepy/nap, sleepy/nap, sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy, sleepy/nap, sleepy/nap…

How much sleep do you need? How much sleep would you want? How much sleep do you get?