Busy day. Most days for the last several years have been busy days. In fact, all of them have. If there’s one defining characteristic of parenthood, it’s the fact that as a parent you’ll live through the largest unbroken block of “busy days” you’ll have in your life.
No, it’s not the same thing that workaholics experience, because there are no days off, nor is there any possibility of days off during the entire period.
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When I was small, I often had trouble going to sleep. I remember laying around for hours in some cases, eventually getting back out of bed again to wander the house alone or to eventually (and accidentally) wake up my mother, who’d give me a stern talking-to and route me right back to the bedroom.
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These days, the moment I get horizontal, my body decides it’s time to sleep, even if I’m still needing to be awake and still working on something—like, say, a blog entry.
(I’ve already fallen asleep twice while trying to write this.)
(I guess that’s a strong hint to wrap up for the night.)