What?  What was that?  I don't understand that word.  Most people with children understand (AFTER they have children) that the amount of sleep you are able to effectively get seriously dwindles after you have them.  Cumulatively, over the last three nights for example, I have actually managed to rack up about 8 hours!  And it isn't just the darling little nearly 3 month old either.  Youngest Son has a habit of sometimes deciding it is more comfortable, and somehow roomier in our bed.  How on earth can it be roomier with three people in it I hear you ask?  Well if two of those people have approximately 5% of the total space, this means that the remaining space is larger than his own single bed.

That's not all either.  Once you have been awakened by Little Princess or one of the Son's, every other noise you can blissfully ignore whilst asleep (and let me assure you, I would have to be one of the lightest sleepers on this earth and I can ignore these noises for the most part) strive to keep you awake.  Husbands 'loud breathing', Son's teeth grinding (from the next room!), Princess's post feed squirming, and the cat's mewling 6 streets away.

Oh, people will tell you al about the fact that your sleeping days are over (usually, they are gleefully imparting this little tidbit when you are pregnant, up to the toilet 6 times per night, semi-sleeping sitting upright due to indigestion and being pummelled from the inside, to which you smile and think to yourself 'Id be moving out of throttling range of me if I were you sunshine') but the reality doesn't compare to your pre-children imaginings.

Obviously though, we all know that it's worth it don't we?  Even in the grip of 'lack-of-sleep-delirium' or dare I mention it 'minimal-sleep-depression' you can still look at your kids and know why it is all still fine and dandy.