Clarity of Thought From an Alert Mind

The last three nights I got a proper amount of sleep. Eights hours Monday night, eight hours Tuesday night, seven hours Wednesday night.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and today have been the best three consecutive days I've had in ages.

I know that I keep learning this lesson over and over again. Sleep is good. Sleep keeps the crazy in check. Sleep helps me see my children as cute and sweet and funny, while lack of sleep has the opposite effect. Why can't I hold on to this oft repeated epiphany?