Dear Sleep

Dear Sleep,

How I miss you. How I long to fall into the sweet release of your unconditional arms. How I regret the many years I took you for granted.

You have always been so generous with me. You make me smarter, thinner (so they say), kinder, more patient, even better looking. You just give without measure.

I know I have neglected and scorned you for nearly a decade. I have placed you so low on my list of priorites that I am sure you were grateful at least to remain a biological necessity. Left to my own devices, I am sure I would have ended, or at least even more severely restricted, our time together. But you are persistent and for that I am grateful.

Although I realize just how audacious such a request would be, I have a favor to ask. You know my baby queen (yes, the same one for whom I have abandoned you of late)? Could you maybe reacquaint yourself with her? She has always been the most loyal to you of all my children. But she has temporarily lost her way. Like her mother, she has responded to the siren song of late night fun and productivity. (For her, the productivity is more related to producing molars than a clean house, but the effect--neglect of you, sweet sleep--is the same). Lull her back with your gentle charms. I will cheerfully, gratefully surrender her to your capable, loving care.

Please? I miss you so.

Love,
Mama Duck