It occurs to me that I’ll actually have to sleep at some point. I mean, if I was 10 years younger, I could probably survive without it, but at some point my 31-year-old body is going to say, “I’ve had enough of your abuse” and simply rebel on my brain by passing out.
That would be unfortunate.
I was thinking that I would even spend some time with the kids tomorrow, er, today to make up for the lost time during the ’thon, but really, I’m going to need at least a few hours of sleep. Maybe I should just try to stay up and go to bed early? I think my sleep schedule is going to be screwed up for a while after this.
Actually, being a parent of two kids is all about losing sleep. I don’t have as much right to say so as Berta, who, being on the outside edge of our bed, usually tends to the screaming children that just need a passifier or a re-tuck into bed. But that whole thing screws up our sleep process.
I don’t really remember the last time I had a full and restful night’s sleep. It’s been quite a while.
So maybe I’ll get in a few hours tomorrow - er, today - and still be fresh enough to hang out with the family later on.
