I had some stuff to get done in the evenings last week, and I decided to skip my sleeping pill so I could stay awake past 9:00 (and, uh, remember it all in the morning). I got SO MUCH DONE that night. So I kept skipping. I haven't taken one in over a week. I also haven't slept more than about four hours a night in over a week. I haven't slept this little since before the lovely sleeping pills made an appearance in my life over two months ago.
I am tired. And I'm getting stuff done! But I'm tired. But my bathroom is clean! But I'm barely able to keep my eyes open right now. But, but, but CLEANING! ANSWERING E-MAILS! CATCHING UP ON BLOGS!
I'd forgotten how productive I used to be after all three boys got to bed. I'm a night owl by nature; I love doing my work late at night. Unfortunately, the glamorous life of a fake lawyer/mother of toddlers isn't super conducive to burning the midnight oil.
It's addictive, though. Last night I stayed up super late, and I didn't even have anything to do. I was practically falling asleep on my keyboard, but I stayed awake. Just because I could. It's like I've reverted back to toddlerhood. You know, fighting sleep just to prove I can. It's not good. I think I'm going to give up the (no-sleep) drug and go back to the (knock-me-out) drug.
Until I find a new sewing project that I just HAVE to get done after bedtime, that is.