If I could only.........

SLEEP

 

 

Is it too much to ask?  Just to be able to hit the sack and go to sleep, all night, until morning, just sleep.  I've spent some time thinking about this problem and have decided it's my mother's fault. Doesn't everything not right seem to go in that box?

So Dear Mother,

I think my sleep problems started during my childhood.  Thinking back now, all I can remember about bedtime....is that it was always light outside.  I know now that it was your way of coping with three kids and no car; not to mention a husband working second shift.

But honestly...it has led to a lot of sleep deprivation in my adulthood.  Then I start to really remember what it was like to hit the sack before the sun had a chance to make its journey to the other side.  You never knew this, but sharing a room with a sister five years younger than myself...made for some interesting nights or days...I'm still confused.

T always did what I said; and for years she had to make a nightly trip to the bathroom to bring me a cup of water.  I loved it...having a little servant; until the night she wised up and put soap in my cup.  That was disgusting and the end of a good thing.

You remember your rule for bedtime?  If we got out of bed...a spanking was promised (and delivered I might add).  Oh the fun I had of telling T to sneak down the hall into our brother's room.   There was a certain area that creaked in the hall and when you heard it......boy you were swift.  

Mom, I do have a confession to make of the night that I told on T; it was my fault.  We were laying in our room and she discovered a small hole in her...shall I say....under garments.  I told her to rip them to shreds and of all things she did.  Then I felt the need to report the incident to you, conveniently, leaving out my command part, and she was punished. 

Wow....I never realized that I really was a bully to my sister.  But I still think it's because you sent me to bed too early.  Just a little bit later and things probably would have went smoother.  Maybe tomorrow I'll write T a letter.....if I could ever get to sleep.

Love always...because now I've been in your shoes,

Your eldest daughter,