Zzzzz

I am a sleep snob. Or at least I used to be before having two children. I am that person who went to bed at 9pm in college so she could get 8 solid hours in before her 6am clinical the next morning. And after graduating, I am that person who didn't even consider working night shifts because she preferred poverty to sleepless nights. I am that girl who used to lie her smiling face on her pillow every night and exclaim, "Ahh, my favorite part of the day!"
Unfortunately my sleep snobbery has reluctantly been put to rest (pun intended) within the last two years. You can thank my two adorable offspring for that.
Sometimes I go to bed at 9pm just so I might get six hours of sleep by 7am. Between thunderstorms, Alaina screaming for fear of thunderstorms, Jesse waking up 3-4 times, Alaina falling off the bed, and nausea from eating chips and salsa too late (that last one's my fault) I'd say our nights get a little crazy around here.
When we are young, people make us sleep when we don't want to.
Then when we grow up we want to sleep but nobody will let us (aka my life).
And then we get old, and have the freedom to sleep, but we can't.
And then we die.
So I guess in the end we all get to take a nice long nap.