Sleep, or lack thereof

There once was a time, not all that long ago, when I thought it was a great thing to stay up all night. Sleep seemed unnecessary.

Those days are past. Sleep is very necessary.

Nights like last night make me long for the days when sleep came uninterrupted. One small, crying, inconsolable child up for all hours of the wee sma' hours can drive a human to the pits of desperation. Anything for five minutes to rest. Even if it means a somewhat supine, semi-slumbering state while a small child noshes on you.

So here I sit, working on less than five hours rest for the second day in a row, longing for the days of eight uninterrupted hours of slumber.

Oh, to sleep, to dream . . .