I have a compounding sleep debt.

We have a 2 year old and a 6 week old. To say my wife and I are tired is an understatement to say the least.

Our children are definitely worth it all but I am looking forward to a full night’s sleep again.

It’s like being in a constant foggy haze — a fugue state.

The weird thing, is that I know I will miss these times. When they are all grown up, or even a little bit grown; when they no longer need us for basic survival; when I’ll no longer be woken at 3:30am to feed her a bottle, followed by an hour of playing Silent Hill 2 remake whilst she rests on me as her milk settles before she sleeps.

Also those decaf cups of tea in the middle of the night. Delish. And the opening of the fridge door to get the milk, only to be greeted by an ocean of melted ice below the fridge door.

These times will be but a memory sooner than I think — I should enjoy the insomnia while it lasts.