Back in the days of my childhood, nobody ever had to tell me to go to bed. I just went. I knew a good thing when I saw it.

Now, instead of collapsing into bed at 8:00 p.m. right after the kiddos, I stay awake even if I have to tape my eyelids open. My husband doesn’t get this and frequently asks, “Why don’t you just go to bed?” To which I frequently reply, “Because I want to stay awake and know what thinking a whole thought feels like.”

Mothers of many young siblings will understand what I’m saying. The day goes like this: remind, repeat, reward, redo, rewind, rework, resort, renew. (Don’t miss my poetic attempt by skimming that line.) Now, attach a 28-pound Butterball to your hip, and repeat.

This is not to say that pouring Cheerios, wiping Cheerios, and then vacuuming Cheerios can’t be done with grace and glory. It can. But, right now in the trenches of work, grit, and determination, sometimes I like to be awake without someone or something needing me.

I should be in bed, but instead I stay awake typing, reading, and– gasp!– watching The Amazing Race on Tuesday nights. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to cheering for Rob and Amber. :mrgreen: