Take last night:
I was soooo tired that when I finished marking at 9.00pm I thought I'd have an early night.
If I can get to sleep for 10.00pm I'll get a full eight hours. Bliss.
At 9.45pm daughter is wimpering. I go to comfort her and then back to bed.
At 10.00pm husband comes to bed, puts the lights on and reads until 10.45pm.
If I can get to sleep for 11.00pm, I'll get seven hours. Still bliss.
At 11.10pm I start coughing, at 11.30pm daughter is crying again, at 11.45pm I flop back into bed. Husband is snoring! (I was one of those wives that thought the earthquake we had recently was my husband's snoring)
If I can get to sleep for midnight, I'll get six hours. Fine.
At midnight daughter is crying again. She's afraid of the dark. She wants me to stay. I never normally do, but I'm sooooo tired I lie down on her ever so comfy bed.
If I can get to sleep by 1.00am, I'll get five hours. Doable.
At 1.00am daughter wants a wee, in her potty. I empty and rinse out potty, return to her room where she has put her bedside lamp on and is 'reading' a book to Tigger. I turn the light off, tell her it's sleep time and stagger back to my own bed.
She's put her lamp on again. I'm too tired to go and tell her to turn it off. She starts singing to her teddies. At 1.30am I go and turn her light off and tell her to go to sleep.
If I can get to sleep for 2.00am I can get four hours. AAAAaarh!
Sometime after 2.00am I fell asleep only to be woken what seems like five minutes later by the six o'clock alarm.
Yet again another working mum sets off for work on less than four hours sleep.