Factoids about sleep for Sunday Scribblings.
1. I never had the opportunity to sleep on my own until I was 13 and scored my own bedroom, having spent the time until then sharing a room with my older sister.
2. Not only is my sister older than me, she is also much smarter. Fearful of creatures of the night when I was young, I should have been able to take comfort in the fact that any vampire or werewolf coming to get us would have two of us to choose from. My sister, however, would always point out that, as I was sleeping closer to the door, the creature would go for me first, giving her time to escape.
3. When the bedroom was rearranged and I was no longer closest to the door, my happiness was short-lived, as my sister said the creatures would surely go through the window, happening upon me first and giving her time to escape.
4. College was a blur of all-nighters. Freshman year, random pick-me-ups did the trick. Later, youthful stamina was all I relied upon. I would awaken Wednesday morning and not go back to sleep until Friday, after the weekly newspaper I was the editor of was printed and distributed.
5. I have the gift of being able to sleep anywhere, airplanes included. It is a gift I gratefully acknowledge. On a 13-hour trip from Hong Kong to San Francisco, I stayed awake for no more than one hour, much to my (now) husband's chagrin.
6. We were advocates of the family bed by default. No way could I have functioned if I wasn't just able to slap a kid on to feed him (or her) and go back to sleep.
7. Daughter has inherited my gift for sleep. She is able to fall asleep within moments of her head hitting her pillow.
8. Eldest takes forever to fall asleep. His mind takes him to all his fears and worries. The other night, following my questioning as to why he doesn't like moths in his room, he said it was because he was afraid a moth would fly into his mouth while he was asleep. I (falsely) assured him that he never slept with his mouth open, so he needn't worry.
9. Away for a week from Pete, I am imagining him catching up on his sleep. Sadly, the dog started whinging at 5:45 a.m. yesterday, forcing the poor man to get out of bed. I'm not sure if the dog will survive the week without me and the kids at home. Pete is already looking into kennels for her.
10. On average, I fall asleep three times each night: once when getting Youngest to sleep; once when hanging out with Eldest or Daughter; and once when I finally make it to my own bed.