I read a great quote the other day in the newspaper and it really stuck in my mind. The topic was beds and sleeping and the writer had commented â€sleep, you and I had a troubled relationship when I was small but now I love you so much!†Having spent more money on these items than I had intended, my justification for splurging was that I deserved a comfortable setting in which to recover from the stresses of the day, which at the time were considerable. I had lovely visions of snuggling down after a hard day’s work, a good book in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other, without any interruptions, for at least half an hour before starting the evening duties. Yes I can hear you laughing at my naivety, considering that I had three children whom although no longer needed constant care, seemed to need almost constant attention. As for my daydreams of spending Sundays sleeping until I woke up voluntarily, as opposed to the ring of the daily alarm or the sounds of children fighting, well they were shattered from the first weekend I tried to put my plan into action with my youngest deciding that this was the weekend she would have a sleepover and inviting ten friends to stay. The famous quote is that â€youth is wasted on the young†but I also believe that sleep is wasted on the young as they have no concept of how sleep affects them and see it as a waste of time. Every morning this sentence flashes through my brain as I struggle to escape the clutches of my Hungarian goose down duvet and try to block out the sight of the matching Hungarian goose down pillows beckoning me back to rest my head on them. I had brought these luxury items at a bed linen sale earlier in the year as a birthday treat for myself, but somehow never have the time to devote to them that I want. I remember trying to get my children to nap during the day and the enormous battle it always seemed to be each day, not that I gave up, goodness no! I needed those precious few minutes (or on the odd wonderful day, a whole hour!) to catch my breath. Initially I tried to follow the midwife’s advice of sleeping when my baby did, but soon gave up in favour of a cup of coffee and a few minutes in front of the television, since by the time I had unwound enough to be able to drift off, my child would decide to return from the land of nod. At least now my children sleep through the night and once I eventually manage to get to bed, a lot later than I would like, I do not have to leave the comfort of goose down until the morning, when it starts all over again and I count the hours till bedtime! Here we mention the word good sleep as well. During the Crusades, Europeans espoused the Arabic process of napping on cushions terrified on the floor.
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