sleep is not overrated

or something to do when you are dead.  sleep is important.  at least, it is for me.  i sometimes wish i was someone who could function really well with little sleep.  i am not.  i need 8 hours.  sometimes 9.  when hendrix is sick and i am up all night with him, the next day is a complete nightmare.   mostly because i am a horrible person when i have not slept.  i am mean, unpredictable, unable to problem solve, and my thyroid feels swollen.  seriously. coffee does nothing for me on these days. 
it has taken me two years to realize that you need to give in to the unpredictability of children.  children get sick. have bad days.  throw up in restaurants.  children yell "poop smells bad" in public restrooms.  so some nights, a lot of nights, you won't get to sleep when you have kids.  but god willing, if you allow yourself, you will sleep during the day when they are.  sleep is important. moms are a mess during the first six months because they are sleep deprived.  sleep is important.
so when hendrix gets sick the whole week gets rearranged.  during these times, i am happy for a full pantry.  i am grateful for helpful family and understanding clients. i am thankful for marcia who never judges me when the house is a wreck and does my dishes.  and  i am reminded of why i made "getting organized" a resolution.