My Names Nichole and I’m a bedsharer… and not with my husband (currently). I have lost my blogging mojo as of late, and while drafted many, finished none. But in recent weeks, had three different friends give me sheepish comments, cautiously admitting they have their babies in their beds too. Comments made with trepidation and… Continue reading There were three in the bed.
Oh sleep, how I miss you. I’ve missed you for three years now. Reluctantly, I will admit it does get easier. I have now accepted my permanently tired state and actually started to feel OK about it. I have found other ways to re-charge in the absence of a blissful abundance of sleep, (see my… Continue reading The Scarcity of Sleep