Beauty Sleep

Sunday night, after my mom returned from an overseas trip, I went over to see her. She took one look at me and asked me what was wrong. Apparently, the stresses of the weekend were written all over my face, and I was wiped out. And worst of all, I looked as bad as I felt. Dull skin, dark-rimmed eyes, frayed nerves. Yes, a tough weekend with two sick babies was part of the story, but only part of it. The main story was that I needed sleep. Desperately. My six month old angel Eva is still waking up 3x a night, and I was not going to sleep early enough to make up for it. After several months of 4-5 hours of interrupted sleep a night, I was dragging, and it showed. That night, I went to bed at 10 - virtually unheard of for me. My usual bedtime is midnight. Now my goal is to go to sleep at 11pm every night. After all, all of my well-intentioned efforts to beautify myself would be undermined by lack of sleep. Hopefully, at some point in my life, I will be able to revert to my night-owl ways, but for now, my babies, my sanity, and my skin all need some sleep.