I shouldn't even be writing this right now. No, I should be in bed, sleeping. THAT's what I should be doing, yet here I am, sitting down behind my computer, writing just a few sentences to send out a message to the world that YES, I am still breathing. Barely that is, but nonetheless, that constitutes as being alive.
The past few days have been absolutely crazy and one of these days I hope to actually compile all the posts that I started and turn them into one, to kinda summarize my crazy week. I am looking forward to that moment, simply because it means that I would actually be able to sit down and take a deep breath for a moment. I need it and in the next 24 hours it looks like I am not going to get that. Nevertheless, I am looking forward to the weekend, yet right now, I really just want to go to bed. My alarm clock (the electronic one, not the human one - hopefully) will go off at 6am tomorrow. Having a toddler and a baby I have gotten a little bit used to 6:00am wake up calls, however, I am far, far removed from actually 'liking' it.
That brings up the question: why is it that as children you hate going to bed and sleeping late, while as adults, you would do anything for a long, long night's sleep? When does that change?