Silver lining

I am on a commission (as my three year old always says) to be more positive and productive, to whine less and live more. Call it a new year's resolution, dating from my birthday instead of the actual new year. The twins are making it difficult, however, to see the good in life or have the energy to live it. It is 5:30am. I fell asleep at 12:30 and have now been up since 4, courtesy of a one-two punch of suck from my lovely offspring.

This may all sound like whining, but wait! Here's the spin I finally came up with, after much unseemly despair - isn't it amazing what the human body can withstand? I mean, I look like crap, the twins seem to have finished off the demolition my older children started on my body, I'm exhausted all the time and I can hardly finish sentences my mind has become so vague, but the fact that I'm still able to walk and talk at all is a testament to...I don't know, to something. Human resilience. The ability to live for months at a time with little rest. The fallacy of the 8 hour sleep.

Hmm, I reread that and it still doesn't sound all that positive. I may need to try anew another day. I would say tomorrow, except that it already practically is tomorrow, and I'm afraid days begun on less than 4 hours of sleep hardly ever turn out all that well.