I think the article was interesting, and I really wasn’t surprised.
I remember when I was growing up, my Mother never slept. My sister had cystic fibrosis and Mother was checking on her, walking the floors, rocking, giving meds, or doing breathing therapy and praying. But the next morning she would be up bright eyed, getting our breakfast and getting me off to school. Mother ran from sun up to sun down and never seemed to run out of steam.When I would tell her to try and rest, Daddy would laugh and say,”Sara, we will have to run you down to bury you.” She would laugh and say, I will have plenty of time to rest when I die. I never really knew what she meant until she passed away recently.
I too have terrible sleeping habits, starting from when my children were born. It seemed I always had an ear tuned to where they were sleeping, so I could leap to my feet at the first cry, so I wasn’t really sound asleep. As I get older, and my children are now grown, I find that old habits die hard. But I have exchanged those precious cries of my children for thoughts of the day, memories of the past, and my darling grandchildren, but most important, PRAYING.