It’s like I spend the whole day waking up, incrementally coming alive again. By evening, I’m wide awake and, of course, it’s bedtime. But I can’t get to sleep right away, so I fiddle around for a few hours until I get tired again. Then, I finally go to bed. Billy’s alarm or James’ playing or my own bladder wakes me up far too early, and I start another day groggy, half alive, and exhausted.

Yes this sounds a lot like me whining. That’s bc it is. And yes, I would love some cheese to go with it.