freewrite week 4 day 3

Sleep is the one thing in the world more precious to me than anything else.  I have a long history of needing hours of sleep.  My mom said I would sleep eight hours at night and three hour naps as a baby.  Even as I grew it was eight to ten hours of sleep a night.  Naps only when I was sick.  Then I had my son and I came to know what sleep deprivation was all too well.  Getting up every couple of hours seemed to take years off my life.  It wasn’t till he was two that I started to catch back up.  Then came Aurora who is now two.  Sadly my kids have never enjoyed sleeping as much as me.  Both took until they were almost two to sleep through the night.  I think it’s more of a personality trait neither inherited from me.  I feel that every night a person doesn’t get enough sleep they lose so much time from there life.  It drains you and you can’t make it up.  How many bad choices do we make because we aren’t a hundred percent that day?  We drive drowsy and not alert.  We walk through life like zombies because we sleep on a bad mattress.  We have kids or a puppy we have to take out to go potty.  Granted these are generally choices we make ourselves so could we change - yes, will we - no.  I know when I was in the early 20s I would go out four nights a week and work a full time job and needless to say not to my best abilities.  With age came wisdom and eight o clock bed times for everyone in the house.  If I stay up late it’s with great consequence and a usually quote the next day “I’m too old for this shit.”