Monday, March 21, 2011
dusk till dawn
Dusk till dawn.
It's a wonderfully horrible vampire movie from the 90's in which Selma Hayek dances with a snake and George Clooney is, inexplicably, the brother of Quentin Tarrantino.
But more than that, it's my current sleep philosophy.
Along with that "don't be buzzing on caffeine all freakin' day," I'm trying to get more than my usual 6 hours of sleep per night so that I don't need all that caffeine. It's a vicious, tasty circle.
But it's hard.
I love the quiet moments after the kids go to bed. I can hammer out a few pages of the next book, write for the blog, do some reviews for Cool Mom Picks, or type up an article for our local Patch. Or I can just play on Twitter and Facebook and generally enjoy myself in a way that's impossible during the day, when tiny people are shrieking POOP and YOU ARE A MOMMY TRANSFORMER and AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO FEED ME?
And then it's suddenly 11pm and I'm wide awake.
On the other hand, I slept for ELEVEN HOURS last night. And it was amazing. I swear I looked 5 years younger this morning. And I've been thinking about bedtime all day.
Sleep is my new caffeine.
So I'm going to go now. And sleep. And I'll see you when this happens again.
Note: Going to bed at 8:30 does not make me lame and boring. I AM FASCINATING. Just sleepy. I'll ride a unicycle in the morning. That'll show you.
Just out of curiosity, how much sleep do you guys get?
If it's more than 12 hours, I'll kick you in the jibblies.