It's 7:25 pm and I just spent 15 minutes comatose on the couch, followed by 10 minutes staring blankly at this screen.
I know that if I'm tired, I should just go to sleep. I know that, if given the chance, my body will suck up 10 hours of sleep a night.
But, the idea of going to bed every night at SIX THIRTY is beyond ridiculous. Half of the time, Andrew isn't even home until 6:15 because of post-work squash games, and most of the time dinner isn't on the table until 6 at the earliest. I would be sleeping through 100% of the time Andrew and I have together during the week. I'd be well rested, but the sacrifice wouldn't be worth it.
So...I guess it's back to two cups of coffee a day.
2 comments:
Two cups! That's not bad. Usually I go to bed shortly after I put my kids to bed...kind of cuts down on the evening, but hey. I'm brain dead after 7 pm!
I know two cups isn't that bad in the grand scheme of things- in my university days, I used to drink 6 or 7 cups a day! I quit a few years ago because of ulcers and other digestive issues...until January I didn't drink ANYTHING caffeinated, so it's been a quick shift!
(I also feel like it makes me STINK, for whatever reason...if I'm practicing next to you and I smell terrible, please let me know, hahahaha!)
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