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My Worst Enemy

Some people battle on battlefields. Some people fight in a ring or on ice. Others battle for the best news article. My worst enemy, my biggest fight is with sleep.  I have a trifecta: insomnia, RA & PTSD. Just for fun almost 5 years ago my darling daughter decided at the wise age of 15 months that she didn't need sleep.

Sleep is for mere mortals, not Super Snowflake! In reality her sleep problems began when she lost her Dad & moved.  Don't tell me young kids can't feel trauma.  I live with proof that they can.

Fast forward from 2013 to 2018 and we both still struggle to put together 6 good hours.  More often we are functioning on less.  Not thriving but functioning.

Christmas break has been marvelous.  She has been able to sleep as late as she needs. Twice in the 16 days she even slept for almost 12 hours! It was beautiful.  Now that we are back in the school groove I am praying we can get her sleep sorted.  I learned that she will sleep till 9am, that just does not work for school.

To answer questions:
  1. Yes- she gets LOTS of exercise & fresh air
  2 . We continue to cut back on sugar ( though her best sleep came after I was lackadaisical).
   3. No she does not take Melatonin. Take it too long and it becomes non-effective.
   4. Yes we use Young living essential oils.

I know God hears my pleas for sleep and slowly He is helping me rule things out.  2018 is going to be a year when we win the sleep battle.  I claim victory (& rest)!

For now I leave you with the adorable photo I snapped today at church.  Even sleep deprived this girl is more beautiful than she knows. I love her sasy sweetness.


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