Sleep is highly overrated.  That is, until you don’t get enough of it.

I have been burning the candle from both ends for so long, I’m certain I’m about to run out of candles.  Writing, editing, managing a website, a household, a marriage and children, not to mention a giant-sized puppy that has discovered the joys of an open trash can, can be challenging.

I’m up for the challenge, just so you know.

I was up until six am Monday morning plugging away at the word count on my current project.  I was on a roll, and I’ve said it before, you just don’t interrupt the inspiration when it’s flowing.  It’s like messing with a streak in baseball. 

You just don’t do it.

Once I closed the laptop, I managed to grab just over four hours of sleep before the real world came barging into my bedroom begging for me to give it attention.  So I was up, and dressed…and zipping around on a false high.  Because lack of sleep feels like a box of caffeine…until you crash.

No matter what kind of streak you’re on, you can’t keep up the pace very long if you don’t pause for a few Zzz’s.  I think I’m finding that out now.  I’m feeling the drag of the lack of sleep hangover.  It’s barely past midnight and I’m tied to a dozen ropes pulling me toward the floor harder than I can pull against them to stay upright.  If I don’t type faster, it might be one of those nights when my husband pulls out the camera and snaps pictures of me drooling on the keyboard because I’ve fallen asleep mid-blog.

I’ll be fine as long as I don’t close my eyes…or blink.

Maybe I’ll just grab a quick wink…you’ll wake me up to finish, right? 

Until the next time…I’ll be Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz