My mum always said, "you were an eight hour baby..." Apparently, as a child I needed more sleep than any of my brothers or sisters. My husband can go days on end functioning just fine on 6 hours sleep. Not me. A couple of times over the months I arrived at Vision Therapy without having had a good night's sleep and it was a disaster; many of the exercises I had the ability to do I just could NOT do. It was like the magic disappeared. Why could I see Little Bo' Peep, her sheep and her staff last week, but this week her sheep was gone...? Fatigue and Vision Therapy don't mix! So now I sleep and always remember that I am an 'eight hour baby!'