1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="fVTuMq3INc"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/quiet-time/">Quiet Time</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/quiet-time/embed/#?secret=fVTuMq3INc" width="600" height="338" title="“Quiet Time” — PoohsDen" data-secret="fVTuMq3INc" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> This post first appeared at the RobinAge blog “Sleep is boring,” declares my daughter loudly, frequently and irrefutably. Her convincing tone and demeanour would stop you in the tracks and force you think if you have got your life all wrong. Aged 5, a firecracker and a torpedo of energy she makes me wonder if my baby was swapped at birth. But then that is my daughter for you. From the minute she was born, she hated sleeping. She preferred the action, the drama and reality of existence. Afternoon naps were abandoned and deemed unnecessary by the time she was 2.5. I have read books, scoured the internet for suggestions, devoured advise from the experienced but to no avail. I just had to accept the fact that my daughter was a bouncy ball – she rebounds and boomerangs back. She can go on and on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter’s antics and I encourage her but as any parent would attest – I often end up craving some uninterrupted sleep and “me” time. I needed my quiet and solitude for a few minutes. To reinvent and charge up my batteries so to speak. “Quiet Time” is the […]