I hate hate hate spring Daylight Savings. I hates it!
I was this close || to being back in a sleeping-through-the-night routine with Bug when the clock jumped ahead an hour and left me flat on my butt. Well, it will be a week tomorrow, and I will have survived... just barely.
The child refused to go to bed afore 11pm at any point this week. She also woke each night. So, I've been dragging myself to work each day on 6 hours of broken sleep. Don't get me wrong, the me that was a year ago would've killed to have this much sleep. It's amazing how quickly I can get used to it though, and crave even more, until I sip from the holy grail of 8 uninterrupted hours.
Is this what a crack addict feels like? I can't get enough, its all I think about. Alas, I don't think there is much in the way of professional help for this issue.
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