Lack of sleep...

I'm seriously running on a sleep deficit these days.

And it's kicking my trash.

It's been well established that I am not a morning person.  I really wish I was.  Oh, that I could jump out of bed and be all sparkly-and-stuff in the wee hours of the day.  Sadly, it's just not me.

Once I'm up though, I rarely complain about it.  I get things done, I feel better. Life is good when you're a morning person. This morning I got a work out in and even got the kitchen clean.  That's all good stuff, right?  Secretly I love the mornings.  Sunrise, scriptures, quiet.  But dang, it's hard to get me there.  And what's with needing 8 hours of sleep?  It's so over-rated...

The other day Hub asked me what was wrong with my make up.

UM...NOTHING.

I wasn't wearing eye shadow and evidently I looked like a Cullen.

Good times.

Lately I've been rolling myself out of bed in those wee hours for one reason or another.  Plasma, school, kids, church, etc.

This morning it was to get J to the church by 5 for a day hike.

Count it, F-I-V-E. AM.  In.  The.  Morning.

Fast forward to 2:30 pm, which is now, and it's like I'm doing weight training with my eye lids.  They are winning, btw.

I still have a five year old that wakes up multiple times a night, bless her little heart.

Two nights ago it was because she had growing pains in her legs and feet.  Got her a half dose of Ibuprophen and went back to bed.  Then it was because the cat inadvertently got left IN her room with the door shut.

The door gets shut to keep fuzz-face OUT.

So she woke me up screaming because he'd been playing with her feet as she slept.  And then pounced on them, leaving a scratch on her foot.  Grrr.  That blessed invention called a Band-Aid did the trick. Popped one on and went back to bed.

For half an hour. Sigh.

It would help if I weren't a night owl.  Especially when I'm reading a good book.

But hey, who needs sleep, right?