I need sleep. Bad.

I'm starting to wonder if you can die from lack of sleep. Or if survival skills will kick in and force you to pass out to sleep. I've been running in zombie mode lately, ranging in different levels of crankiness. I haven't slept more than 6 hours in over a month. The only day I have a chance to sleep in is Friday night / Saturday morning - and that has been busy for weeks... the schedule isn't looking like it's going to clear up before summer begins **insert hyperventalating deep, relaxing, yoga-like breaths here**.

My eyes are being blinded from the screen. I'm sitting in the Meehl's dark living room "doing homework" on my laptop and texting as the kids watch tv and eat ice cream. I'm a great babysitter... This morning I got up at 5am to watch a group of babies pro bono for two families. That's love. As soon as I got in the car to leave that job, I got a text asking to babysit tonight. So I went home for about an hour or two, packed my overnight bag, and here I am. She's cashing in her Christmas present - a free babysitting. That's love. I'm still trying to find a light in this living room, lol.

Kinsey stayed the night last night; I picked on her all night her up on my way home from school. I've had all of 2 hours to myself this weekend. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I absolutely love being with people and being busy; babysitting makes me want to be a mom so bad (shout-out to MS52: you can breathe on that comment - not any time soon). I JUST NEED SLEEP.

I called my father-figure, Nate, earlier this week and vented. One of those vents of frustration. I got about 2 minutes of sub-meltdown in. Until the phone call ended with something like "You're over tired. You have two options: go to bed right after you hang up (note: it was only 9pm) and call me when you wake up; or hang up, don't go to bed, and don't call in the morning. Goodnight, love you." After a bit of protesting that I wouldn't fall asleep before midnight anyway, I chose the former option - and no, I didn't call back at 5am when I got up - that's not very loving. I didn't end up falling asleep until midnight, either. HML.

Side note: I haven't bit my nails in 3 weeks :) Whitney's No-Bite ministry is quite successful! Maybe this lack of a vice is contributing to my crankiness.

Besides physical exhaustion, I'd say it's been a good weekend so far :)