The truth about Sleep Oh how I miss it. If sleep was an olympic sport I could have been a repeat gold medal champion without a doubt. I loved it. So much. But I took it for granted. Before I had my little boy I remember moaning (frequently) about how “tired” I am , that it was so hard having to get up for work at 9 in the morning, only getting to lie at weekends, That shift work was soo tough. I still remember to this day going on a dog walk with a good friend of mine who was pregnant and moaning about how tired I was. How she didn’t punch me I have no idea; I went on , and on , and on and she just smiled. Now, I know why. The first trimester was horrific, I was drunk on tiredness, the second was survived, and the third trimester, well; we don’t talk about that. And then the baby came. A beautiful baby boy born at 0639 in the morning on the 29th October 2013. I had been up since dawn the day before and realised that day that my life had changed forever. Gone were the days of having a lie in until 10 in the morning, no more vegging on the sofa watching ‘Monarch of the Glen’ all day, No more late party nights, no more rest; at all… And this is how it has stayed. Now a late night for me is staying up until 9.30. Having a lie in means not getting up until 7am. Tiredness has reached a new level. Now I only mention being tired when I fall asleep standing up or my eyes glaze over so much so that I’m seeing double. Tiredness is a word used far too often but only parents realise the true meaning of it. Now, if someone without children mentions they are tired I just laugh to myself and think, ‘You my friend, have NO idea what tiredness is’. Enjoy your lie in , my day has already started.