There is a supernatural strength that comes on women who are sleep deprived. Think of it: at least 3.5 years of terribly interrupted sleep. Enough to make me look older. I suppose 3.5 years and two kids might have done that, too.
It helped that I could look to the future, when, with the hours I gained I planned to:
- Wake up before my kids.
- Read the Bible first thing in the morning.
- Shower regularly.
- Make a super schedule for the kids- maybe on a big piece of paper or something
- Not say "I'm so tired! Stop it!" to the kids all the time.
- Write my dissertation.
It's been about a week, and this is what I've done with the extra time:
- Watched old episodes of Justified on Eug's computer
- Drunk hot chocolate
And it seems ok that all that supernatural strength dissipated without any fanfare. Maybe, someday soon, I'll wake up before the kids start poking me.