Writing vs. Sleep, Part 2
I cannot write productively on little sleep.
I wrote a few weeks ago about the ongoing battle between writing and sleep: juggling three kids (including a baby), a paying job — where I am also at the executive management level, I may add — husband, household, and writing. Somehow writing always manages to fall behind the other requirements on my time.
Tonight. It’s 8:00 pm. I was unloading and reloading the dishwasher, and actually timing myself to see how long it took (twelve minutes, including handwashing two pans). I thought to myself “It’s early! I could easily squeeze in an hour of writing.”
But then my brain said “No. No way.”
I’ve been up since 5:45. Usually for weekend breakfast we do pancakes on Saturday and eggs on Sunday but somehow the system broke down this morning and we ended up doing both, plus toast with peanut butter and jelly.
I had a professional photography session scheduled, a Mother’s Day present, and had to get everyone gussied up and into nice outfits. Mine required ironing, which felt like a foreign concept since my regular day-to-day attire is athletic wear. Also required makeup, hair gel for my big kids so that they didn’t look like Alfalfa from The Little Rascals, and the promise of candy for good behavior.
