Being tired is not pretty.
I have always been a night hawk; even if I don’t have anything to do I will end up staying up late. The late late late show kind of late.
Of course having children means that if you want to do anything be it paper work, exercise or trying to find out why the climate control system of your vintage seventies luxury car only blows hot air…the hours of darkness are your only option.
For years I have gotten by on three to four hours sleep. The idea that other mortals slept eight or more seemed completely alien me.
Time for a change, I am making a conscious effort to organize my time better, get more done and to paradoxically try to get to bed earlier. Age or perhaps the effect of the hormones is making burning the candle at both ends an increasingly difficult task.
In the meantime there is always Starbucks and music to fuel the sleep deprived mind. Speaking of which here is a faster live version of the Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go”.
PS. Watch closely and you will see a car just like mine!
Hugs,
April
