Really people – take it from me. Those early years full of chubby cheeked goodness and harrowing days of endless crying jags whoosh right by. The next thing you know your baby is graduating from high school. She may even graduate from a school that has a long standing tradition of putting on an all night sober graduation party and if you are like me you will be right in there making things happen and then keeping your eye on them all night. And then you get to clean up the mess in the morning as your little darling falls into a sleep deprived coma – a luxury you have to postpone for a couple more hours.
And thus it has come to pass that I am functioning on 4 hours of sleep Thursday night followed by 2 hours of sleep Friday night. I’m exhausted but thrilled. No wait – I’m exhausted and teetering on the brink of depression as my nest empties. No wait – I’m just tired, really tired. For today THE PLAN is to get some sleep and then run 10 miles and then go to another crazy party.
Drink in every second of the halcyon days of early childhood because before you know it your kids will have you up all night tripping the light fantastic. The only thing that changes is your ability to endure sleep deprivation. It fades away. G’night.