I've been tired for nine years. Pretty much constantly. zzzz.
It got so bad that I went and had a sleep study done. They told me I had mild apnea, and by that they meant really mild. I didn't ever stop breathing I just stopped breathing efficiently sometimes. And it was worse when I slept on my back.
"Oh really? Did I sleep on my back a lot? I don't usually."
"Oh no, you slept on your back for about 4 minutes throughout the night, but you slept worse when you were on your back so you should try to avoid that. Let me tell you about this trick where you sleep with a tennis ball in a sock sewn to your shirt."
"Okay, except didn't we just establish that I didn't ACTUALLY sleep on my back?"
Anyways, that's not actually the point of this story, nor is the part when I came home with a CPAP machine which I attempted to sleep with for a month even though it woke me up MORE and I felt much worse. Doctor said that wasn't actually the goal so I should probably stop using it, especially since I didn't actually have apnea in the first place. But maybe I'd want to try sewing a tennis ball to the back of my shirt. I decided I would definitely do that... if I ever start sleeping on my back.
The point is, I have realized that I am tired because... KIDS. and stress. Because KIDS.
I have been fighting to reclaim my own space in my bed and not have anyone touch me while I'm sleeping or climb into bed in the middle of the night and use me as their body pillow. I am fighting for my space and room to breathe in order to get a better night sleep because I don't feel rested otherwise. Turns out that really was why I was so tired. Very few nights of good sleep in nine years can wear a person down. I'm slowly getting there, a lot due to the fact that the twins have started sleeping together in the same room and this has decreased the nighttime visits. And aren't they cute? awww
But this isn't the only place they sleep. They also sleep in really weird places. Places they could not possibly get restful sleep in!
But as long as *I* am getting better sleep and they're sleeping through the night, who am I to stop them from sleeping in closets or boxes? They might even enjoy the novelty of a sock filled with tennis balls sewn to the back of their PJs.